The Forgotten Man
We pass him on the street. We don't hear his cries. He does not march. He does not beg. He is trapped in poverty but still smiles, remembering that he has put his life on the line for our freedom. What has become of him?
We pass him on the street. We don't hear his cries. He does not march. He does not beg. He is trapped in poverty but still smiles, remembering that he has put his life on the line for our freedom. What has become of him?