The Unknown Warrior

I sincerely hope you have enjoyed my poems over the last 23 days, I thank you all from the bottom of my heart for the kind words and support you have given me, I estimate that over the 15 or so sites I have been posting to – I have been followed by over 2000 people, a big thank you to you all, but mostly a massive thank you to all those brave men and women who gave me the freedom to write these words…
May they all rest in peace.

The Unknown Warrior

From the war torn battlefields,
Where the poppies abundant grew,
This bloody soil, a body yields,
What of his name? There’s none that knew.

A Father’s lad, a Mother’s son,
Someone’s Nephew, someone’s Niece,
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.

The war to end all wars did not!
For wars and killing still increase,
The bodies on war fields do rot,
Whilst Unknown soldier rests in peace.

Eric Harvey 11/11/2018.

All profits from my book World War One in verse will go to the Royal British Legion.