A spirit stands, unheard unseen <br />Watching over those he’s left behind, <br />As on their knees their prayers they say <br />With him upon their mind. <br /> <br />In Belguims fields far away <br />In uniform he went to fight <br />The war of the old enemy <br />So that to be free his nation might. <br /> <br />And in his land long past the day <br />When his blood was shed <br />Forgotton will be his sacrifice <br />Listed among Britians dead. <br /> <br />For countrymen in Dublin town <br />In Rebellion lit a nations flame <br />Though failed: in long run would succeed <br />And to the soldiers were brought shame. <br /> <br />For they fought not for their own land <br />Though o do so, they did answer the call <br />By leaders bad who tried to appease <br />England: and saw their sons in thousands fall. <br /> <br />The family in time of his death were told <br />And of him they were proud <br />And for generations after he’d silently watch <br />How his momory was not allowed.<br /><br />Tomás Ó Cárthaigh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-spirit-stands-unheard-unseen/
