The Invisible Soldier Poem by William Mowell

I'm the spy of the century
Contraband set me free

Lost for years on end
Until my services I can lend

Find me where the sun sets south
I will speak the words from your mouth

My name means nothing, and I do not exist
You can't find me on any government list

Tragedy molds the summer of life
And happiness sculpts the form of strife

Its not up to me, but I will try to prevent
The exile of malicious content

Find me where the sand meets the sun
You'll know who I am when the battle is won