If POW Walls Could Talk

Two flew upon a violent sky

Yet, angels saw that neither die

Two pilots with a higher call

Taught brotherhood to one and all

Though neither knew this fateful day

That providence had come their way

As missiles pierced the clouds above

Explosions birthed two brother’s love

Two southerners, one black, one white

Both from a culture wound too tight

Their Jim Crow region, hatred thick

As fate would have it, wouldn’t stick

Their captors had them share a cell

It mattered not, these two, this hell

This ploy designed to foster hate

But fish don’t feed on rotten bait

At first suspicion ruled the day

But friendship chased their fear away

Red, white, & blue, the colors bleed

Through race, religion, color, creed