My ANZAC poem

Armies at war firing AK47s at the Turks, suffering gory bodies lying there, sad families crying at home. 
Not many soldiers still alive, nurses working hard saving peoples lives. 
Zipping bullets at the pointless war, soldiers ANZACs dying for their country, innocent lives are lost. 
Acid is murdering the awesome soldiers who fought for us. 
Camp would be set up at different places around Gallipolli.