The Unforgotten?

The unforgotten stand
With heads bowed to the ground,
All through the long year,
The seasons do not fail them,
Rain and snow and wind and sun,
Beat down for all eternity.
Their names are written in rough-hewn blocks
John, David, Paul and Saul.
And upon these souls an angel stands,
For the soldiers, who were smitten?

And then there are those men,
They’re dead before their time,
They were only 18 years of age,
When the sting, was felt by them.
They’ve been left in no-mans land,
Between the rows of troops
Scattered in the holes of war,
All buried in their boots.

Oh! What price war or skirmish?
There have been many since,
Korea, Vietnam or Afghanistan
These are but a few.
Where man and boy were sent,
They said for ‘just’ intent!
To shore up ailing governments,
Their names we’ll never know.
Among the carnage of the war
These are the forgotten soldiers, few.

So when we pass those men,
With heads bowed down so low.
We say a silent pray,
And we think of those that died.
On rough-hewn blocks of stone, they’ll stand,
To hear ‘Last Post’ and ‘Buglers Call’.
But please remember who’ve fallen in their prime.
Around this world, so blue,
For all those men and women,
Who died through curse of war?



© Nick Rigazzi-Tarling 16th July 2009