The Fallen Soldier Poem by malaqhi biddick

He stepped onto that bloody battlefield.
With his gun and knife ready to wield.
He pasted all the soldiers dying.
And all the injured crying.
Now as he shot a Turkish fellow.
He heard the song of an swallow.
Than at home he remembered the wind though the wallow.
As he fell into a pool of blood of shallow.
Now as he was lay there in the cold night dying.
Bleeding out he started dying.
'I hear the thunder bolder'.
'Cause I'm going to be the unknown soldier'.
'I lay here to die'.
'I lay here to cry'.
'I see that bloody battlefield'.
'Were I had my gun and knife ready to wield'.
He got shot once more.
He knew he was going to die in that war.
'This treacherous land shall be my new home'.
'Where this mud, blood and buckled wire shall be my dome'.
'This is forever I shall lay'.
'This is forever I Shall stay'.
'Cause I'm going to be the unknown soldier'.
'Listening to the thunder bolder'.
'Just remember the fallen who fell on this land'.
'This is where most made there final stand'.
'So as I lay here in the cold night dying'.
'Bleeding out I started crying'.
'I'm going to die today'.
'Cause I find no other way'.
'I'm going to die on this land'.
'Without my mates to give me a hand'.
But as all the years condemn.
In the end we shall remember them.
Lest we forget.
And let them not lay in regret.
Now on April 25th remember what they did.
They fought for us, not at home where they could of hid.
Remember them all.
Because for us they did fall.
You see the unknown soldier did die in that war.
But on the sands of Gallipoli, his voice is heard at the foreshore.
'I hear the thunder bolder'.
'Cause I'm going t be the unknown soldier'.
'Cause I'm going to be the unknown soldier'.
'Listening to the thunder bolder'.
And as all the years condemn.
In the end we'll remember them.
Lest we forget.
And not let them lay in regret.