The Forgotten Men
Guardians of the Nation
The river ran red with the blood of men, The ground clad in flesh, lying quiet and still, Fires burned unchecked one ash-coloured day, As men met one other, to wound and kill.
No glorious battles, no victorious deaths, Manning borders for the sovereign’s sake, These men stood tall through hail and storm, And struggled and fought even to stay awake.
From across the border, in the heart of terror, Schemers, connivers, were some daring folk, Looking for a chance to send mindless pawns, To spread terror in our hearts and wreak havoc.
But our brave soldiers, they stood in their way, Sworn to protect what lies behind their backs, And endured the storm of bullets and bombs, To stop these foes in their tracks.
And what cost they bore, these sons of our nation, That their brothers and sisters may live free, So no threat can reach past their vigil at the edge, And to no nation do we need to bend the knee.
And what a price they paid for our protection, From dangers unknown, unseen, and unfelt. That ultimate price: they laid down their lives, With conviction, love, and pride heartfelt.
These men at our borders, our fathers and sons, Dead for our sake, lie interred in their graves. They were brothers and husbands: family men, They were our friends, our soldiers, our braves.
They fought for our survival, for keeping peace, It brought no glory, their death was no victory, And though without them, we would not survive, Their deeds bear rare mention in our history.
Remember these men, remember their deeds, Remember what they lost, so ours we could keep, Remember they are family, they are our own kin, Shed some quiet tears, or even openly weep.
Remember their sacrifice, keep them in heart, These men are our future, present, and past. They went to their graves for the sake of our flag, They have done their duty and may rest at last.
They have done their duty and may rest at last.
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