Hector Gomez


Jim Crow - Poem by Hector Gomez

Jim Crow

By: Hector E. Gomez

Sadness in the dark lonesome night
Please help them shed some light
Tied to a rope waiting for a beating
While the men around them are all bleeding
Down in the South where the scent of slavery roams
At night you can hear all the moans

Dreams about the boy Emmitt Till
Imagine how it must feel
But Jim Crow is not everywhere
Up North with the scent of freedom in the air
Dancing to all the pretty jazz tunes
In the night with all the goons

Many thought that it was over Jim Crow
But it was still very much a flow
Hearing the smooth movement of the whip
But the bartenders at the jazz club waiting for a tip
With the movement of our flag in the nighttime air
Every sound of the whip gives us a scare

So many of the friends that we have lost
When we see their bodies being tossed
Into the deep cold river moving
The sound of jazz at night is very soothing
Ev’ry morning, Ev’ry evening ain’t we got fun?
I wish I was there but it is already done


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  • (5/1/2010 5:34:00 PM)


    I'll be your first comment and say that you have a great poetic ability. if only you showed it more in class lol (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 28, 2010



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