Disposable Hero Song

For you I have an anthem.
Not a package filled with contagion.
Whether you get the point or not…
Doesn’t matter for naught.

You see this is an ode to the forgotten.
Downtrodden they’ve been left as rotten.
Names banished to some dusty books.
No longer any of them get envious looks.
For they are our…

Disposable heroes and this is their song.
It sure ain’t grand after, all they’ve done.

Shallow graves, sheds filled with pain.
One too many bullet to the brain.
Rampaging dread that rouses them at night.
Pity for them there’s nothing left to fight.

For they…
Are the broken and battered.
Bruised in mind and body shattered.
Prevailing sense of, what’s the point?
No longer do the crowd anoint.
Rather they’ve been tossed, dethroned.
Their days left shallow and alone.

Disposable heroes and this is their song.
It sure ain’t grand after, all they’ve done.

But this is the truth and it ain’t even long.
They were once names, simply didn’t carry on.
Some say its cause the world moved forth.
To be honest it was a fad.
And like all of them they’re forgotten once they’re dead.
So one more time lets resurrect days gone by.
Shout it loud, maybe even cry.
As afterall it can do no harm…
To show some gratitude in this disposable hero song.