He was born July 2, 1925,
son of James and Jesse Evers,
Medgar Evers of Mississippi,
World War II veteran,
fought in the Battle of Normandy,
June 1944,
with his soldier brothers
of same and other races.

He rose a leader,
a Freedom Hero,
Mississippi field secretary of NAACP,
President, Regional Council of
***** Leaders,
husband of Myrlie, her purity
of devotion,
father of Darrell, Reena Denise,
and James,
civil rights leadership of the
highest calling,
of a bravery that persevered
again.

That early morning,
June 12, 1963,
a shot of hate tore
through his heart,
he was fallen in his own driveway,
his family witnessed this
most heinous of murders
committed in the insanity
of human acridity,
the bitterness in our psyches.

June 19, 1963,
full military honors,
Arlington National Cemetery,
for a man of a character so
much more loving
than his assassin's.

We, as a people,
we must obliterate
pre-conceived assumptions,
faulty thoughts of each other.

Medgar Evers of Mississippi,
Medgar Evers of America,
posthumously awarded the
Spingarn Medal,
murdered in a country
he fought for,
merited eternally by God.

In our stroll of a charmed neighborhood-
we came upon a forest green garden arch,
how the crisp white hydrangea
blooms framed it so glorious,
so abundantly,
a vision for dreams to recall,
to those desponding-
this is a balm for their
wounded thoughts,
and for lovers rejoiced in
young union,
as the graying man who
just mowed his lawn sleeps
in a hammock,
in summer snow's fragrance
of no cares.

you would not forgive me.....my
tears' silent song ascended to
rapt saints

dawn, in her envy, disrobes the stars, .....fair moon, sorrows in her sojourn

The night is young
and I am stung
with the unsung
melodies from my lungs.

Drifting is the moon
like a silver spoon.
She begins to swoon
to my icy tune.