The Unknown Poem by dhia abada

When someday a delegate comes to my land
And asks me:
‘Where is the Unknown fighter lies? '
I will tell him:
‘Sir,
On the bank of any stream,
On the bench of any mosque,
In the shade of any home,
On the threshold of any church,
At the mouth of any cave,
In the mountains of any rock,
In the gardens on any tree,
In my country,
On any span of land,
Under any cloud in the sky,
Do not worry,
Make a slight bow,
And place your wreath of flowers'