John Delaney of the Rifles has been shot. <br />A man we never knew, <br />Does it cloud the day for you <br />That he lies among the dead <br />Moving, hearing, heeding not? <br /> <br />No history will hold his humble name. <br />No sculptured stone will tell <br />The traveller where he fell; <br />That he lies among the dead <br />Is the measure of his fame. <br /> <br />When our troops return victorious shall we care <br />The deaf to all the cheers <br />Lacking tribute of our tears, <br />He is lying with the dead <br />Stark and silent, God knows where? <br /> <br />John Delaney of the Rifles – who was he? <br />A name seen on a list <br />All unknown and unmissed, <br />What to us that he is dead?- <br />Yet he died for you and me.<br /><br />Winifred Mary Letts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/casualty/
