Gallipoli
Gallipoli
By A.R.T
The sky burns as the ottomans prepare
For allied advance, hundreds of thousends charge
Up the hill like teddy roosevelt
Many a hero lose their lives
Winston sobs in tragady
when he realizes his mistake
As his men fall into the sand
For this was gallipoli
Machine Guns and rifle mow he man down
English order the retreat as bishop makes his move
He takes the castle even though death foretold
For this was the battle of gallipoli
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