we need to find the author and title of the following poem:

Let Bourbons fight the status quo
And battle to maintain Jim Crow
A mere short span they can decide
With whom to eat; with whom to ride
With whom we pass the hours by;
With whom we march ; with whom we die.
But the stay not time's endless rust
When they and we shall end in dust
And all in final chemistry
Become as one immutably
And shall remain a status quo
Without a vestige of Jim Crow

jferbfliwsbd

"Status Quo" by H. Binga Dismond. The version I found isn't exactly the same as yours, but it's close enough. I think "With whom we pass the hours by" isn't in the one I found, but everything else is the same.