The unknown soldier takes the salute again
Heads in reverence bowed
Beautiful wreaths laid
A minute silence observed
And that's all he gets
Who can redeem this mockery?
Men are still in the battle field
Slaughtering selves with ingenious inventions
While we pay homage to the dead
(Friday 14th January,1999,3.30 pm)
Fascinated by this piece, such beautifully crafted lines. Keep the ink flowing, you may see also my poem on 'Unknown Soldier', 'Twelfth man on the pitch', 'As you walk down the aisle' and 'Here lies'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mockery! ! Soldiers sold for war! ! ! ! ! Life and death. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Big mockery sir.