Somewhat off point - there’s a good chance that most high schoolers couldn’t read that plaque - they don’t teach cursive in elementary school anymore.
Why you hate black people?
Well it is a lesson in why the very best poems often come from the heart and also the importance that it is those who have served that make the most basic of education possible.
"In Flanders Fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields."