Unknown Soldier Poem by JJ Evendon

Dear unknown soldier.

An eternal flame marks your grave,
adjoined by marble columns with names of the fallen brave.
WW1, was a war to end all wars
but with so many dead, does life have any value at all?
You were unrecognised so lay buried nameless.
A tragedy of war that was gruesome at its best.
Just one of many thousands to have died tragically that day,
after a shell exploded and instantly took your life away.
Who you were we'll never know,
for the shell that landed, left not much to show.
Your body lay in a field by the banks of the Somme
after the end of the war, placed in a box and taken home.
Now you've become a symbol to all those that gave their lives,
one of many millions who fought for freedom to survive.
To have not gone over the trenches meant regimental shame
but was it worth it, for you lie now without name?