Orlando C.W. Taylor, "In Flanders Fields--An Echo" (1920)
AN ECHO
IN Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row
That mark the graves where black men lie;
Their souls, long wafted to the sky,
Look down upon the earth below.
E'en while we mourn their loss, we see
Their brothers hanged upon a tree
By whom they saved. Their pain fraught cry
Mounts up to those who stand on high,
And watch the scarlet flowered sea
In Flanders fields.
In Flanders fields they shall not sleep!
No! For their murdered kin they keep
A vigil through the day and night,
'Til God Himself shall snatch from sight
Such scenes as make our heroes weep
In Flanders fields.
—ORLANDO C. W. TAYLOR.
Published in The Dunbar Speaker and Entertainer (1920)