The Unknown Warrior

A Father’s lad, a Mother’s son,
A picture on a mantlepiece
A Brother who is known to none,
Carried back home, to be at peace.

For him no more, the cannon rings,
The sound of guns, the sound of war,
For he shall lie among the kings,
Where guns are silent evermore.

That he should lie alone in peace,
Known just to God, and God alone,
Ne’er more to carry his valise,
Ne’er more an army’s stepping stone.

To be entombed in this great church,
Beneath our Lords own imagery,
Will mean no mother has to search,
For laying here, her son could be.

The soldier from his mother’s womb,
Where once he fought for freedom too,
Was placed into the empty tomb,
Back to darkness, to start anew.

The Lord did open Heaven’s door,
Thus from his duties he’ll dismiss,
This warrior who gave life and more,
Greater love, hath no man than this.

But Mother’s o’er the world will cry,
For wars and killing still increase,
The bodies neath the poppies lie,
Whilst Unknown soldier rests in peace.

I have one final request – please – whatever you are doing at 11.0am, stop for just 2 minutes and remember the fallen.

Lest we forget

Eric Harvey 11/11/2020.