To the Nameless Soldier

To the Nameless Soldier Your orders may come now... ...or at 19h45 this evening. 'Shoot to kill' 'Engage the enemy' 'Hold the line' 'Break up the gathering' 'Ready, aim, fire' but you have felt too the stab of hunger the bite of thirst the bayonet of loss the wound of despair but you have seen too the pain in a mother's eyes the grief in a father's face the incomprehension in a child's down-cast look 'Ready, aim, fire' but you, the nameless soldier have heard the cries of the grieving family the wailing of the widowed wife the quiet agonizing sound of the child's weeping 'Ready, aim, fire' your orders may come now or at 23h30 tonight or tomorrow or the day after that or next week or month or year but you have seen and felt and heard too the agony of a peoples' simple desire the hurt of a nation long bludgeoned the wounds of your stolen generation so when that order comes now or at 03h30 tomorrow morning 'Ready, aim, fire' let your humanity muzzle your rifle let your conscience dismiss the order let your better side come to the fore and let your very own people, your mother and your father, your sister and your brother, your son and your daughter, your friend and your lover let them live let them be let your rifle fall to the soil of your beloved motherland o' nameless soldier.