The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier - Canada
We all know you now
You have fallen at our feet
You have guarded them all with life and limb
Noble and brave
Only to fall at a cowards last call
You have stirred the souls of the unknown heroes
Their appall shall seek the just dues of our defamers and saboteurs
Young lads who now welcome you in the hereafter
Shall haunt our enemies from near or afar
The drum rolls sound, as the rifles salute
The Unknown Soldier
You are unknown no more
Notes: In memory of Nathan Cirillo and Patrice Vincent both killed in cold blood on the week of Oct 26, 2014 by cowards in the name of Islam. Nathin Cirillo was standing guard at the tomb of the Unknown Soldier.
Also in memory to the 1000’s of unknown soldiers, young men, who fought so that we may be free.
Copyright © arthur vaso
I stand at your grave.
I do not know your name.
I know not where you are from.
Where you fought,
nor where you died.
The horrors and pain you suffered,
were not in vain.
The death and destruction brought you pain.
I weep at your grave,
for the life you gave.
I weep for the Mother,
that gave you that life.
I kneel before your grave.
I bow my head in gratitude to you,
The Unknown Soldier.
Copyright © Gypsyof Essence
Here lies a soldier,
no one on earth knows his name.
He’s in God’s arms now.
Copyright © Jerry Stevenson
Green locusts whirl and flap above,
A long way from Chicago, love.
Out here, the armor piercing dove
will make you scream for mothers' love.
Through layers of mud, I'm still alive
if life just means what I survive.
The mortars thunk, I shove and dive.
I don't think I'm--------------------------.
The World of War: Vietnam.
Gerard F. Keogh Jr.
Copyright © Gerard Keogh Jr.
Tender smile fumes, the vanished touch of yore
Against midnight scream, passion in folklore
Tether thy gaily words. Not a tear loss
Arise ye heads, looked thence before at toss.
Silence posit as means for foe deceit.
Norm thath mandate knees ‘till poseur forfeit;
Smash across bloody, unknown one gallant
Niggle on trust which n’vr malevolent.
Flee and austere, meek wolves escape shameless,
Fight outside pride, hope tributes when helpless.
Oh! Might destroy peace nurtured humble eye;
Obscure fate hung after teary goodbye.
Untold misery haunts. Short lived supper
Unfold all plots. We died unseen pauper.
Copyright © Elijah Uchiha-Chara
I used to wonder if I’d get through
This war to end all wars
Ever get me a wife and a child
A home with grandchildren too.
Mum cried when I signed up
But I did it for her as well
I was no frightened young pup
The honour, the glory sounded swell.
For king and country we all must fight
To protect our kith and kin
I remembered she cried to sleep that night
When her baby boy was called in.
I was a man, a hero; you never know it could be fun
But none died like they did in the picture-house
No hero standing blowing in the barrel of his gun
Men didn’t fall silent as the proverbial mouse.
One minute they were there, the next they were gone
Some vanished in misty red mud and air
Friends for life, or seconds, fell one by one
Life sucked out painfully, cruelly, not fair.
I wondered if I would ever take a wife
How I curse this war had begun
But in my heart, I know I will not live this life
I am sure now as the setting of the evening sun.
Mourn me please those that gave me the chance to live
I’m stunned into silence, no thoughts just fears
I know now there is nothing more I can give
Remember, I love you, please don’t shed many tears.
Will I go home, have children and glory
Will somebody know of me one hundred years on
Will somebody find me and tell my story
No Kith or Kin, will all memory be gone?
Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl
I do not know?
There's flowers on the grave where this man lies,
The flowers on this grave will never wilt or die,
Thoughts of this person resting in this tomb,
Lay across this nation in every living room,
He died beneath the colors of the red,white and blue,
To keep people safe like me and you,
Nobody knows his name or his race,
All they ask is for on him will God shed his grace,
God please watch over this soldier that nobody knows,
And keep the others safe no matter where they go.
Copyright © Charles Ruble
Voice of the Unknown Soldier
Do You Perhaps Remember Me?
Somehow I Hope You Do.
I'd Hate to Think You Don't Care
That I Gave My Life for You.
You Don't Think That Possible?
I Don't Even Know Your Name,
But it doesn’t Make Any Difference
I Died for Your Sake, Just the Same.
You're Here to Pay Your Respects,
And You Know I Never Grew Any Older
But I'm Glad You Care Enough to Visit,
The Grave....Of the Unknown Soldier
Copyright © Connie Moore
The Unknown Soldier
So many thousands have died
So many needless wars
Every land in the world has one
A man who died
Fighting for his country
No one will ever know his name
How he died
Where he took his last breath
Still, he is honored
He lies in a cold crypt
Alone with no family coming to mourn him
His soul looking down from Heaven
He knows that someone, somewhere loves him
Even though they don’t know where he is
They mourn for him
Even though they do not know that he was a hero
He is The Unknown Soldier
And, after all these years
He is a national hero
Someone to be respected and honored
Even if no one knows his name
Copyright © R. e. taylor
Tales of heroes beyond, the normal despair of war’s plight,
Hearing of these stories, make us all quiver, in the night.
Each of them that go to fight, any battle, with all their might,
Universally, they are unknown soldiers, until names are released.
None knows the others, until their soul’s battle, against the beast.
Kings and political heads, never battle, for what they believe.
Never placed in harms way, they send soldiers; Mothers grieve
Only the loyal subjects take on the heat, from what they weave.
We honor, the Unknown Soldier, without any name, to perceive.
Nearer to God, these soldiers are known, here only deceased.
Secure, they have left us all, until the next battle to be fought.
Onward, we keep sending those to die, for what, a thought.
Listen, to all the stories, we hear of bravery, by them all.
Dear sweet Jesus, take them to your father, standing so tall.
I never fought any battle; I fight my battles with expressions.
Each of us must remember, soldiers, in their professions.
Remembering, who they could have been, not just impressions.
Copyright © cecil hickman
fallen unsung hero
without a name
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Copyright © Katherine Stella