The Unknown Soldier’s Prayer

 

I could be your husband, father, son.

The lost bones of another pointless war.

A flag to drape across my resting place,

transported from a distant, hostile shore.

 

I could have been a tinker, tailor, thief ,

lying here for a century and more,

those passing trades mean little to me - now

the angry guns have relinquished their roar.

 

At least I’m home and represent the lost -

just one of thousands who all went before

and did not return to their hearths of peace.

Never forget we nameless, I implore.