If you knew him after Alcorn and the war,
before history books, before that bullet,
before becoming the field secretary,
back when he was just an insurance man,
you would’ve known how bullheaded he could be.
He knew Mississippi polished and perfected ugly
but also that she had something beautiful to offer
her sons our freedom.
He didn’t sell us a waiting game like a preacher
and only promise our rewards in the hereafter.