Jim Crow Blues: A Poem By Rodney Russ

JIM CROW BLUES

A Poem By Rodney Russ (c)

Jim Crow is a ghost
A ghost which hovers over us still
We can't call ghost busters either
Or play the race card
No need to call the government
Or one of those Tom leaders

Jim Crow rejoiced
When he heard his spirit is alive
His body remains in slumber

Jim crow is spinning in his grave
Trying to climb out
Of that slumber
But his legs are still sleep

Jim Crow is a ghost
A ghost which hovers over us still
We can't call ghost busters either
Or play the race card

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