They came for our grain before they came for my life.They rode in at dawn. Dust on their cloaks. Steel on their hips. They looked at our fields and herds and saw easy meat. We had no armor. No walls. No iron gates. Only hands that knew work and eyes that knew hunger when they saw it in other men.By their measure we were naked. I knew better. I had

by Caleb R. Harlow, from Tupelo, MississippiA man with something to say. That’s Roy Dawson. He can sound like Elvis when he wants to—best many have ever heard—but it’s never overdone. It’s natural, not fake. He doesn’t just sing; he means every line. Crazy talented, and it all sounds lived‑in, not acted out.Most singers in bar‑light