Unknown Soldier
On the 11th November, 1918, at 11 am. the first world war eventually came to an end. Millions had died and suffered in the trenches, and many of the bodies were unidentified. This war to end all wars obviously did not achieve it's objective.
I draw a breath of winter air,
It fills my lungs with frosty cold,
I look down at the gravestone where,
The unknown soldier lies alone,
He fell in a foreign field,
In a land so far from home,
A single poppy marks the grave,
Of the hero with no name.
I say some words of silent prayer,
In honor of his sacrifice,
He gave his life to keep us free,
From tyranny and genocide,
Like many other fallen heroes,
He should never be forgotten,
His sacrifice won't go unsung,
Even though he is unknown.
So spare a thought for all our heroes,
Who still fight for our freedom,
Let no-one mock their bravery,
Let no-one mock their reason,
For though they fight in foreign lands,
They fight the home front too,
These unknown troops in uniform,
They fight for me and you.
They may not be your sons or daughters,
But they have families just like you,
So spare a thought for those families,
Who await the dreadful news,
Another fight, another carnage,
Another tear will fall.
Another soldier, in an unmarked grave,
Serves to remind us all.
LEST WE FORGET!
It fills my lungs with frosty cold,
I look down at the gravestone where,
The unknown soldier lies alone,
He fell in a foreign field,
In a land so far from home,
A single poppy marks the grave,
Of the hero with no name.
I say some words of silent prayer,
In honor of his sacrifice,
He gave his life to keep us free,
From tyranny and genocide,
Like many other fallen heroes,
He should never be forgotten,
His sacrifice won't go unsung,
Even though he is unknown.
So spare a thought for all our heroes,
Who still fight for our freedom,
Let no-one mock their bravery,
Let no-one mock their reason,
For though they fight in foreign lands,
They fight the home front too,
These unknown troops in uniform,
They fight for me and you.
They may not be your sons or daughters,
But they have families just like you,
So spare a thought for those families,
Who await the dreadful news,
Another fight, another carnage,
Another tear will fall.
Another soldier, in an unmarked grave,
Serves to remind us all.
LEST WE FORGET!
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