I write poems ALL the time and would really like to get some published The Knight
The battles of the past are alive today,
We tell them together in many ways,
From the dark days, to world war one,
From every soldier, man and son.
That gave us the freedom, we have today,
I wish to thank them in every way.
For the lives they have given, the wars they have fought,
For the injuries and guidance, the lessons they taught,
That one knight left nameless, dead on the ground,
Dying for his people, freedom found.
He goes down unknown, unwanted no name,
Dying for the glory and justice that came,
I speak for him, and all those knights,
Left to die, after vicious fights,
Who go unnamed, dead, drenched in sorrow,
Leaving a clear path for the children of tomorrow.
He and others, gave us a way,
Who we are, here today,
I wish I could meet, that one lonely knight,
Lying dead and unnamed, after a raging fight.
I speak for all warriors, brave and strong,
Innocent at first, done no wrong,
African warriors! The West and the East!
Dying for reasons, leaving freedom and grief!
Who died for the child, they left at home,
But still they go dead, unnamed, unwanted, unknown.
When someone dies....
....A new life begins