THE POEM BY
IVAN J. HOUSTON

Go to Florence
If you will.
See the crosses
Upon the hill.

Notice the murals
On the wall.
Buffaloes in arrows
Represent us all.

Walk the green grass,
Crosses, row on row.
Young black men
Killed attacking the foe.

It is God who looks
Upon this field.
Blessed men who fought
And would not yield.

Jim Crow was there
Blocking their way.
Causing them grief 
Day after Day.

These men fought evil
That enveloped the land.
They battled for freedom
With one tied hand.


Copyright Ivan J Houston, 2014