(In Flanders Field) (1920)

Andrea Razafkeriefo; Crisis, July 1920   In Flanders fields where poppies blow, Beneath the crosses, fow on row, We blacks an endless vigil keep. Yes, we, though dead, can never sleep– Ingratitude made it so. Why are we here? Why did we go From loving homes that need us so? Was it for naught we […]