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Cleaning Plates

written by: DeWayne Moore

@MtZionFund

 

Evil comes in many forms and most will spread it around
If we build it up enough
No need to tear it down
Institutions may be crumbling
But walls muffle the sounds

Closed eyes will not save you, and you will hurt anyway
Only concerned with entertainment
And how long you had to wait
It was almost fifteen minutes
Still, someone cleaned your plate

Maybe a hail of gunfire or perhaps alone in bed
When the lights go out
The same words are always said
The lies may give you comfort
As you bury truth just like the dead

I will have a glass of bourbon, or maybe scotch, and hit it hard
But no matter how much I drink
I spoil the child and spare the rod
I do it all according to the evening news
It gets me a little closer to God

DeWayne Moore

DeWayne Moore

Having received his master’s degree in from Middle Tennessee State University, DeWayne has spearheaded the renewed efforts of the Mt. Zion Memorial Fund, a private research and memorial organization since 2010. He completed his doctorate in History at the University of Mississippi in May 2018. He has contributed articles to Living Blues magazine out of Oxford, Mississippi, Blues & Rhythm magazine out of London, and the Frog Blues & Jazz Annual out of London, and he is revising his two monographs that expose the silences in historical scholarship pertaining to the black freedom struggle, the blues, and blues tourism in Mississippi by detailing the careers of African American activists and cultural brokers as well as the events from which blues tourism emerged in the 1970s.
DeWayne Moore

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