He was a brave soldier he died young and brave <br />And for more than six decades he lay in his grave <br />And still at the dawning of each war memorial day <br />At his grave site a young bugler the last post does play. <br /> <br />Known as the Unknown Soldier one without a name <br />Still he had a mum and a dad just the same <br />And when he did not return home when the fighting was done <br />They grieved at their loss and they wept for their son. <br /> <br />The war to end all wars of all wars 'tis said <br />But more wars are fought and we have more war dead <br />And at the grave of the unknown soldier the last post is played <br />And to honour the war dead another parade. <br /> <br />Old war men do tell us young soldiers fight and die <br />For freedom and liberty that is a lie <br />They went to war when young they are now old and gray <br />Some grow old not wiser some are known to say. <br /> <br />That they were fighting for freedom and justice they believed to be true <br />And they were quite gallant to give them their due <br />But many deprived of their human rights in the World of today <br />And that does seem a very sad thing for to say. <br /> <br />With heads bowed old men showing their years in gray <br />At the grave of the Unknown Soldier at the dawn of the day <br />In silence do listen as a young bugler the last post does play <br />For one who fought and died in a war far away.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-the-grave-of-the-unknown-soldier/
