A Tribute To You
UNSEEN HERO
He sat bedraggled, his look forlorn
His hair damp, straggly and long
The coat upon his frame threadbare
People passed, dismissing him with scorn
As he sat, cup in hand amid the throng
Nobody really saw this man in the wheelchair.
His coat was his cloak of true honor
In which they should have stopped, paid tribute
For he fought for their lives, their freedoms
When he got home, there were no drums
Everywhere he went, he got the boot
His camouflage, a tattletale of the war's horror.
No help from Veteran Affairs, not enough anyways
Discarded like garbage, this man who fought overseas
Unwanted by his own countrymen, like a disease
He watches as people seemingly hurry on by
Turning a deaf ear, as he chants "a few coins please"
This unseen hero who gave his legs, who was willing to die.
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