There is a statue

In the square

Standing all alone

His souls is bared

Sad looking all forlorn

What is his story?

I’d love to know

What of his comrades

Where are those

Did they fall in-

Some forgotten field

Or return as heroes

To their home

In a land of hope

A land fit for them

Or do they weep

From where they are

For what might have been

Of the freedoms

Of which they dreamed

Freedoms that had a price

The price the statues