He fell dying
Bloody on a foreign battlefield
Thinking himself forgot.
In flag draped coffin he came home
Back to his beloved country
Where crowds lined the streets
Giving homage as the hearse drove bye.
He will never be forgot
With name inscribed in glory
Upon the roll of honour
For the sacrifice of blood that he made.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
back to beloved country, sweet home coming..