Short Warwords Poems

The Fallen Solders

When I was laid in field of clay
No flowers above my head did lay
Nor marble headstone placed with care 
With words of love chiselled there
No words of sorrow were spoken in pain
Tears of regret did not silken handkerchief stain 
No volley of rifles to the sky
No last post lullaby
So when you ask
 Were does he lay
This fallen soldier 
Of yesterday
I tell you true 
And 
With pride
I lay with others
 Side by side
In every corner 
Of 
A foreign land
You will find us there
Brother’s band