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Valsa George

A Hymn to the Unsung Heroes

Under the green sods, lie unknown
The mighty warriors of our land.
Strong and steadfast they marched to the field,
Wielding weapons in their hand.

Their daring and their deeds of grit,
Secured freedom for our land.
Blessed be the wombs that bore,
Those dauntless men of fiery brand.

Plucked away from hearth and kin,
They oft dwelt in lands unknown.
Many a laurel they had won.
Living a dismal life forlorn.

Lay in ambush in dingy trench
Crossed swords with formidable might
Starved to death in enemy camps
Fought with verve for country's right

The resolute brigade knew no rest
Ease and comfort, they had none
To drill and discipline, they were wed
Life's winsome pleasures, they did shun

Bravely bared their manly breasts
Before triggered guns and flying bullets
Shed out every dropp of blood
To save the nation from rival blasts

Long, long may their memories last
Let every tongue their daring praise
Let the Nation bow its head
Let their deeds, our morale raise.

Submitted: Sunday, May 13, 2012

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  • Bri Edwards (8/13/2014 4:39:00 PM)

    Main Entry: unsung hero
    Part of Speech: n
    Definition: a person who makes a substantive yet unrecognized contribution; a person whose bravery is unknown or unacknowledged
    Example: They were the unsung heroes of the American Revolution.
    Etymology: 1860
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    i guess they are unsung no more! :)
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    i appreciate the rhyming. thanks for sharing. i guess i'll say no more 'cause i'm tempted to say something i think is funny and you might not think it is funny! :) bri

    i enjoyed:

    Blessed be the wombs that bore,
    Those dauntless men of fiery brand.'

    Ease and comfort, they had none
    To drill and discipline, they were wed
    Life's winsome pleasures, they did shun (Report) Reply

  • Deepak Kumar Pattanayak (7/30/2014 12:10:00 PM)

    A great tribute to warriors as our unsung heroes.........Valsa...........they are real heroes that we should remember them through thick and thin till eternity............. (Report) Reply

  • Patricia Grantham (3/1/2013 7:35:00 AM)

    Valsa: This is a wonderful poem, the words convey true meaning to the unsung heroes.
    We need to recognize those who gave their lives for our freedom. Thanks for the opportunity
    for a welled penned read in rhyme and rhythm. (Report) Reply

  • Valerie Dohren (8/27/2012 3:39:00 PM)

    A wonderful write Valsa, great tribute to these heroes - extremeley well written. Good work. (Report) Reply

  • Walterrean Salley (8/26/2012 2:36:00 AM)

    Very touching. A wonderful and befitting tribute to honor those who sacrificed their all to protect, both, country and fellowman. Fine job. (Report) Reply

  • Joseph Anderson (8/23/2012 10:02:00 AM)

    As a veteran of W.War 2, I find this a great tribute, yet a haunting reminder of my youth. Well rendered
    and a worthy write. Perhaps you will read my Before The Next Bomb Falls (Report) Reply

  • Rajendran Muthiah (5/13/2012 11:40:00 PM)

    A great poem on unsung heroes. Rated *****. The dicton in which you couch your poems is apt and magnificent.
    Let their deeds our morale raise. Every line sparkles a dictum. Wonderful your tone in every poem. (Report) Reply

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