This is an old poem I wrote in 2009 after a black boy named Victor Steen
was killed by City of Pensacola police deputy Gerald Ard on his way
home from a friend’s house where he was working on a gospel song. He was
unfairly portrayed as a troublemaker by the local media, and there were
some seriously suspicious circumstances surrounding his death that are
included in the poem. I met his very kind family who was being
constantly harassed and intimidated by local police to the point where
they were afraid to leave their homes and their employment suffered.