To the memory of all who have fallen in war. <br />At the going down of the sun, <br />And in the morning …we will remember them <br /> <br />UNKNOWN SOLDIER <br /> <br />“Where have all the soldiers gone, ” <br />“Gone to graveyards everyone; ” <br />Peter Seeger’s sung melodies... <br />A grieving mother’s sad memories. <br />Our mother’s sons gone to war, <br />Repeated untold times before, <br />Gone to fight for kith and kin, <br />Each mother’s heart broken within. <br />Waiting for that ‘gram’ to arrive, <br />Your son is not coming home alive; <br />'Your son is missing presumed dead', <br />That is how those telegrams read. <br />Now buried deep, so far from home <br />Beneath some foreign turf and loam. <br />A Bayoneted rifle marks the hamlet, <br />Atop the butt, a mangled helmet, <br />No ‘dog tags’, neck laced identity, <br />An unmarked grave… for eternity. <br /> <br />Where is the sanity of it all, <br />Where is the sense of it all, <br />“When will we ever learn, <br />When… will we ever learn.” <br />Alf Hutchison<br /><br />Alf Hutchison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unknown-soldier-7/
