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Poem
July 31, 1932
Atlanta Daily World
Atlanta, Fulton County, Georgia
What is this article about?
A poem by Thomas Jefferson Flanagan titled 'THE FORGOTTEN MAN,' depicting the hardships of a impoverished Georgia cotton farmer during the Great Depression: taxed lands, no market for goods, politically deceived, and reduced to sleeping on park benches.
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Up From Georgia With My Banjo
By Thomas Jefferson Flanagan
THE FORGOTTEN MAN
He stands above the fertile hedge
Where once he staked the cotton;
On life's uncertain frazzled edge
That brother is forgotten.
Ah pity him in poverty's blight
Old man Depression's target;
His lands, they taxed out o' sight
His goods could find no market
They came an' fooled him out his vote,
Then dropped him in the trenches,
An' cruel fate his exile wrote
To slumber on park benches.
When you ask him of his fare
He tells you times are rotten,
Teeth an' toe nail hide an' hair
That fellow is forgotten.
By Thomas Jefferson Flanagan
THE FORGOTTEN MAN
He stands above the fertile hedge
Where once he staked the cotton;
On life's uncertain frazzled edge
That brother is forgotten.
Ah pity him in poverty's blight
Old man Depression's target;
His lands, they taxed out o' sight
His goods could find no market
They came an' fooled him out his vote,
Then dropped him in the trenches,
An' cruel fate his exile wrote
To slumber on park benches.
When you ask him of his fare
He tells you times are rotten,
Teeth an' toe nail hide an' hair
That fellow is forgotten.
What sub-type of article is it?
Ballad
Song
What themes does it cover?
Political
Satire Society
What keywords are associated?
Forgotten Man
Great Depression
Cotton Farmer
Poverty
Taxes
Political Deception
Homelessness
What entities or persons were involved?
Thomas Jefferson Flanagan
Poem Details
Title
The Forgotten Man
Author
Thomas Jefferson Flanagan
Subject
The Forgotten Man In The Great Depression
Form / Style
Rhymed Quatrains
Key Lines
He Stands Above The Fertile Hedge
Where Once He Staked The Cotton;
On Life's Uncertain Frazzled Edge
That Brother Is Forgotten.
Ah Pity Him In Poverty's Blight
Old Man Depression's Target;
His Lands, They Taxed Out O' Sight
His Goods Could Find No Market
They Came An' Fooled Him Out His Vote,
Then Dropped Him In The Trenches,
An' Cruel Fate His Exile Wrote
To Slumber On Park Benches.