The Unknown Soldier

Sweat fills his eyes, silence is a curse,
His muscles contract with a fearless grip;
His heart beats with certain passion,
His only phobia- an empty clip.

He moves to check out of his watch,
His turn to rest has come on effect;
But sleep is no matter of reality,
Vile and evil into his system they must inject.

He drifts into a slumber, dreams fill the air,
Home- the city-that moonlit night;
All forms of Utopia enter his mind,
His only wish is to be away from this fight.

An explosion awakens him and his Conrades,
Heavy fire and heat fill the atmosphere;
He and many stand their ground and return fire,
Death has no meaning, insanity is the only gear.

A brilliant burst curses the landscape,
The enemy sweeps the land like a hungry vulture;
They couldn't find his body anywhere- M.I.A.,
But only if they knew-
The tomb of the Unknown Soldier.