Poetry
Gerry's Poem
Gerry Burr, Eden Camp, 20 Oct 2001.
- When I was a lad, late in my teens
- I was called to join the line
- Of those in khaki or KD
- In a land called Palestine
- I'd heard about this Promised Land
- Through bible class at school
- I knew not now who had the job
- This Holy land to rule
- Quite soon I learned of Joseph Stern
- And a group called IZL
- Whose actions based on selfish greed
- Turned Holiness to Hell
- I lost good friends, too many
- And still recall their names
- Among them Darkie Batsman
- And Bombadier Horace James
- They were not lost in battle
- There was no chance to fight
- Our mates were murdered in a gang
- Who claimed they had a right
- Home we came and waited
- To hear our story told
- Fifty years and nothing said
- And we are growing old
- Now here today we gather
- Comrades as we were then
- Sharing thoughts and mem'ries
- Of the fallen girls and men
- The world still doesn't want to know
- Of those friends, yours and mine
- But we know, and we honour
- Those who lie in Palestine
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