JIM CROW BLUES A Poem By Rodney Russ 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