Colored Honor Poem by Deacon Tate

in battle there is no room for discriminating each other. In battle we are all the same.We have hands legs and a gun in our hands.We stand the same and shoot the same, no longer you see the man next to you different for now you are protecting him and he's protecting you.He is no longer black nor white blue or brown.He is your comrade your fellow soldier he is no longer different he is the same and he will stand by you as you will stand by him.