I'm writing this from hell to say
That they forgot you in all but name
And I don't want to be the one to tell you
You fought your war in vain
But the symbols of horror and pain
Are re-appropriated for your enemies gain
All the while your memory
Slowly fades
They'll use your face as a campaign
To send children to an early grave
Steal your medals for their brand
To send us back to no man's land