The Grand Wizard

I could only imagine how this poem is going to go    
When the words from my cerebral cortex begins to flow      
Some may need an umbrella from a sense of past lineage pain        
To withstand the rooted scars of ancestral rains        
Readers, hold on to your seats        
I’ll grasp your hand as our divided minds come to greet        
        
Three little words        
For anyone who’ve never heard        
The history of such        
That has affected years of hated, parades, demonstrations pretty much        
Burning crosses        
In the name of Jim Crow property losses        
Stay with the movement of my mental river        
As I introduce to you        
Joe, the Klu Klux Klan’s, Grand Wizard        
      
What is it doc        
Your life is fading away by the tick of the clock        
Whatever do you mean        
A rare blood condition affecting your spleen        
It’s a declining disease that only affects one out of three        
How long do I have to live        
I have kids, wife, who I take care of, money to make at work I must give        
There are various methods we can use        
However, I do not want your mind to be amused        
I will do anything to prolong my life        
I must rid this earth of the inferiors who causes this world daily strife        
Baby making thugs, without a wife        
Stars of David, who are still standing strong        
Camps and gas should have had them long gone        
      
The doctor shook his head in anger for his patient’s internal hatred and grief        
For a prominent upstanding man in society with hidden racial beliefs        
Doc, what is the next step        
I have a civil unrest march to participate in, its a matter of life and death        
Joe, you need a blood transfusion        
Joe slumped his shoulders in mental confusion        
Okay, my family will roll up their sleeves        
It’s not that simple, please believe        
      
You have a rare blood type        
Before this is all over you may have to smoke that peace pipe        
Would you like to think about it, but please be quick        
I think this sound decision will do the trick        
Medications after that, it should get you through        
In this case, my heart goes out to you        
With reference too        
      
Taking care of this eminent matter        
A clean prognosis; your life given back to you on a silver platter        
Next week we shall begin your initial treatment        
That would be all sir since no disagreements        
One week later, hospital bed as Joe lay        
Wife, kids, kissing him for his nightly stay        
      
The doctor comes in with chart in hand        
A worried look for a professional man        
The blood transfusion brought up your blood count        
However, you may need another for such a lagging amount        
I have no other way to say this, but the rare donor we had to fly in, he’s black        
A blow to Joe’s mind as he laid on his back        
All his beliefs of a pure race thrown out of whack        
One drop of impurity blood as Joe thinks        
You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make him drink        
      
His wife squeezed his hand        
Honey, maybe this is God’s plan        
We have stigmatized far too long        
The good ole buddy boy system has vanished, it’s gone        
You have me, the kids        
This decision far outlives        
Your beliefs from what you have always forbid        
      
I say this is Karma with a twist of fate        
For all the marching in God’s name, labeled hate        
You are on the throne of life and death        
Destiny has knocked on your door, for which you have just met        
Blood you live, without you die        
You stand in attendance with white hoods of concealment, spewing propaganda lies        
We’ve come to this what will you do        
God always takes care of babies, and pities the fools        
      
Joe looked around and closed his eyes in shame        
Images of his knighthood, cross burnings, for goodness sake he was the Grand Wizard of the Klu Klux Klan        
Joe had a last minute ditch plan        
Could I meet this fellow, it will give my mind comfort to say in the least        
The Fox finally meets the Geese        
He will change his mind once he’s met the villain of peace        
    
The door opened admitting a child        
Joe sat up, the child’s braces to legs held his eyes        
Unstudied steps made it to his side        
Joe at that minute immediately swallowed his pride        
Hi mister a frail hand extended in warmth        
Joe latched onto a new view, thoughts to love reborn        
Things went smooth as the poem goes        
Joe now learning his donor to reel a fish in tow        
      
Mother has passed on, frail child living in foster care, as society’s blood loaner        
Stable environment and home now under the care of Joe, a black child’s donor        
      
First John 4:20 “If anyone says, “I love God,” and hates his brother, he is a liar; for he who does not love his brother whom he has seen cannot love God whom he has not seen.”  
   
 
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