In the depths of his eyes, a fiery spark,
A rebel soul with a warrior’s heart.
Now he stands at the intersection
With a cup and a cardboard sign.
He fought for justice, for what was right,
Even when the outcome was not in sight.

His wounds run deep, they never heal,
A constant reminder of battles he feels.
Now he sleeps under a tarp
on a park bench in the park.
A caged bird, trapped in his pain,
A soul seeking freedom, but all in vain.

Yet he continues to fight, with all his might,
His spirit is broken. He’s losing his will to fight.
Once they called him Hero and embraced him.
Now they cross the street to walk around him.
Even when the war has long been done,
He fights on, as a hero unsung.

The scars of war, his badge of honor,
A symbol of strength, an eternal armor.
His constant hunger is a constant reminder,
There is no real honor in war.
He may never win, but he’ll never give in,
A rebel soul, a fighter to the end.

Through the darkness of night, he carries his torch,
A symbol of hope on an unwavering march.
But his light is dim now and nobody cares to see.
You don’t care. If you did you would act.
His spirit once served as a beacon of change,
Inspiring others, he is now seen as deranged.

His battles are many, and his only peace-when he’s high,
Once a symbol of courage, his reward was a lie.
You let him down, You caused his pain.
You want to look away, remember, you have done this.
In the face of adversity, His nation let him fall,
A hero’s soul, he is now forgotten by all.

You abandoned him when you abandoned the fight
War is not wrong, war is not right, it’s not black and white.
His legacy died a long time ago when you looked away
when you stopped caring. You failed to act.
For a better world, he paid the ultimate cost,
A hero-forgotten, but his is not the soul that is lost.