I do not know
them,
these whose sweat
and blood
congeal on
foreign soil.
Their names, as
strangers,
assault the local
tongue,
falling,
misspoken,
if spoken at all.
Friends and
enemies,
in mingled paths
-
their
misfortunate destiny
tangled together
by vaguery.
I do not know
them,
their names fill
no lines
in my address
book,
their phone
numbers
share no history
with me.
But I will name
them;
every mother’s
son,
every missing
father,
every soul
upon its new
adventure.
I will name them,
proclaim them,
claim back their
pride
for all are hero,
foreign soil or
no,
who jeopardise
themselves
for me.
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