Terrible Clues

In the south the street signs are dingy
the party filthy
rags to dance on
work tissues and snot bags
symbolical to the 75 lifespan
the road expands
Ginger's Joint and blues
Charley's liquor store
the kids happy
the white man confused
"do I help or do I shoot?
blood is on his hands
holes in his shirt
where's his pocket?
hands up hands up"
let's groove to the blues
meet me in the sky
green lights in the sky
no color one color
green lights in the sky
let's meet Jesus
holes in His hand
blood on His shirt
hands up hands up
glory glory hallelujah

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New renaissance, perhaps millenia renaissance, is how I classify not just my writings and poetry but my spirit. This spirit hails from the urban parts of Chicago but has rebirthed in New Oreans, LA. With familial roots in a small town called Marks, MS, it's no surprise this spirit landed back home. The poem "Terrible Clues" was inspired by recent events in history that resulted in a number of African American deaths, predominately black males, to the hands of cops. This poem is dedicated to the fallen victims, rather the Afro-American heroes of our time, paving the way to criminal justice reform.