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I am the one who keeps mothers awake at night.
I am the one whom she lives in dread,
for whom her tears are sadly shed,
the one for whom her tears never dry,
I am the one memory that will never die.
I am the one who lives to die forever;
the one whose name given in life,
will become unknown due to wartime strife.
I am the one who harbors the weight of all who have suffered
and died,
unrecognizable, doomed to an unknown fate.
I am the one whose guarded and protected by day and by
night,
with millions of visitors worldwide; most not alive,
when I died, yet, come to visit and grieve.
The one they remember in hushed monotones,
afraid I might hear that I am unknown.
I am the one who will never go home;
the one whose bones nobody knows.
I am the one a nation mourns,
every day I lay here,
I become better known,
every war we fight adds several more,
of all who have died
I am the one all America knows.
I am the Unknown,
I am soldier, sailor, airman, or marine not alone;
I represent millions of whose blood has been spilled.
I represent millions who returned,
to suffer nightmares,
until death calls them home.
I represent millions ready to step forward when freedom
rings.
I lie in the Tomb Of The Unknown,
I rest comfortably, at peace,
I will never be alone,
it grieves me not to rest in this tomb,
my soul rests in heaven,
where I am well known. | By Mac McGovern
Copyright 2005
Listed July 8, 2010
http://allpoetry.com/mac_mcgovern
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