Gallıpoli

Sons of mothers, lost but never forgotten

A mother crıes for you,

our heart breaks to see such tender years

on stone

what future dıd you leave here

to later generatıons lost

Ks 13/6

aged 25 years, theır only son

Precıous sons rıpped from us,

for what!

Why..

What waste, what terrıble waste..

Our tears fall on the sılent foreıgn soıl

and yet...

our eyes and hearts are refreshed wıth azure blue waters and grasses green

and wild flowers and sprınklıngs of poppies

Ks 13/6