The Soldiers

(inspired by the literature trip to belgium)

This is where the soldiers lie,
Finally they may breathe a sigh,
Beneath the earth they make no sound,
If it's really their bodies underground.
'Known unto God' the gravestones say,
So all we can do is sit and pray.

The soldiers lie peacefully below,
And now it's poppies which grow,
Searching for answers which they couln't find,
Searching for some sort of peace of mind.
To know that the war is over and not forgotten,
Not letting respect go rotten.

God can only name those unnamed,
But none of them are unclaimed,
They are all loved and respected forevermore,
For everything they did within the war.
Poppies shall grow and we shall not forget,
Our future was where your hearts were set.