The Unknown Soldier
by Deborah Walker Kellie

There's a graveyard near the White House,
where the Unknown Soldier lies.
And the flowers there are sprinkled,
with the tears from the Mothers eyes.



I stood there not so long ago,
with the roses for the brave,
and suddenly I heard a voice
speak out from beyond the grave.



"I'm the Unknown Soldier,"
the spirit voice began,
"And I think I have the right
to ask some questions man to man.



Are my buddies taken care of?
Was their victory so sweet?
Is that big reward you offered,
selling pencils on the street?



"Did they really win the freedom
they battled to achieve?
Do you still respect that Croix de Guerre
above that empty sleeve?



Does that gold star in the window
now mean anything at all?
I wonder how my sweetheart feels,
when she hears a bugle call?


And that baby who says
"Hello Central, give me no man"
can they replace her Daddy,
with a military band?


"I wonder if the profiteers
have satisfied their greed?
I wonder if a Soldiers Mother,
ever is in need?


I wonder if the kings, who planned it all,
are really satisified?
They played their game of checkers,
and eleven million died.


I'm the Unknown Soldier,
and maybe I died in vain.
But if I were alive and my Country called,
I'd do it all over again."