The Unknown Soldier
Poetry by Lachlan Irvine


Here lies a man, a hero to me now

Yet in my eyes still no more than a boy;

No wrinkle on his ever youthful brow

His dreams still filled with life and hope and joy.

Thrust into conflict by the men of hate

Those nameless, faceless architects of war

Whose orders led him to his final fate

The flame of youth extinguished evermore.

But hate can never motivate a man

To sacrifice his own life for a friend;

True heroes ever since mankind began

Have upheld higher virtues to the end.

So when the roll is called somewhere above

Let it be said that this man died for love.

Lachlan Irvine

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