“If ye break faith
with we who’ve died
we shall not sleep…..
though poppies bloom
in Flanders Fields.”
by-Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae
Unmarked Graves-Tumbas Sin Nombre
The fabulous instrumental only version
of this song can be heard at
https://soundcloud.com/user-824634944/monte-la-cruz
In Potters fields
all over the world
lie endless unmarked graves
with most tragic tombs
that have nothing to say
Just a number on a stone
and no words at all to mark
those who took the fall
when their world grew dark
as they disembarked
from what stilled their hearts
No flowers adorn
and no visits are made
since the last pile of dirt
tumbled off of the spade
where the unknown are laid
all alone in each plot
This is all they got
each one sadly forgotten
in graveyards no one trods in
no one trods in.......
But they all had dear Mothers
and Fathers long gone
back when they were all young
before they each moved on
into lives that were stricken
by sheer poverty
living out on the streets
where they hated to be
and even cruel death
took the last thing they cherished
Just their humble lives lived
before each of them perished.
And all over the earth
also lie men of worth
who were shot
down in planes
or butchered in war
or lost in the oceans
or consumed by explosions
in the deserts and jungles
left in graves far too humble
lie their precious remains
left behind with no names
that could mark
where they’d fallen
men who’d answered the calling
of their own countries pleas
to go forth and fight
to preserve our liberties
but they never came home
they lie buried alone
in thousands of graves
soldiers who were so brave
lying in foreign lands
where they made their last stand
with no way to recover
all their bones undiscovered
and fathers and mothers
all have no place to mourn
each precious life from them torn
esch precious life from them torn
Let us weep for all soldiers
in their tumbles of bones
who will never come home
as we breathe our free air
that their dying allowed us
Let their losses astound us
keep their memories alive
with a flag that they died for
hanging proudly by your doors
This is all that they’ll get
in their vast foreign plots
where they all slowly rot
we must never forget
those who saved us from threats
we are all in their debt.....
Unmarked graves are a curse
I can’t fathom what’s worse
no funeral, no hearse
left in unhallowed earth
the thoughts of this hurts
my songs all out of verse
my music feels like dirge
Please remember my words
honor all those who have served
and those who beg on a curb
their lives took a bad turn
some soldiers never return
too many homeless are spurned
we all should be more concerned
we could share what we’ve earned
there’s a lesson here to be learned.
there a lessons here to be learned
there are lessons to be learned...
Lessons to be learned……………
Fabulous Music Composed &
Played by Espantajos--©-2022
Lyrics & Vocals Written & sung by
Matthew F. Blowers III-©-2022
at: Art~Whimsically Yours Studio
photo credit to unsplash.com
"We are the dead. who have no stones
We lived, felt dawn, died all alone
unloved, dirt poor and now just bones
In Potter's fields forgotten...."
by-M.F.B. III--©-2022
