Soldier

* An ode to the millions that die without a name *

"Thy heart just beats on for the
millions that stay alone
entwined, freed only
when the beat stops going home."

In the streets, of shame,
glows a light once, ends
in its vain.
In the cries, of night,
silent echoes call through
the plight.

There's a breath, gone now,
there's a life lost,
unsung and how.
And a coat, of dust,
that buries in,
a medal of trust.

There's a death,
a mime
Amid big cheese retails sublime

Here's a hail,
a rhyme
To the ones who fade out in time..........