Papa’s Little Crow
A Child arrived today
to the highly decorated
of Mary & Jim Crow.
The couple were oh so excited
singing praises to the father of their linen – esque Flags
with rejoicing and relishing the cause
they sang loud and proud
because the fruit of their loins
that had easily spilled
and merged nine months ago
could and did produce
This Wonder, this Fairest One of All.
He would become and be known as Master Jack to many.
And for awhile . . .
Little Jackie to his Momma and Papa
and MJ for short . . .
but only to a select group.
These are but a few
names and titles
selected and granted
to Jack, due him by birthright.
Mary & Jim were looking back at that night
when they had exploded abundantly
and well – nigh profusely
and not for the love expressed
or the sheer pleasure of touch
because DUTY had called them
to march and march
to a strange but familial drum
that if left unnoticed
would continually pound
ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba bum
so like programmed sheeple-ish units
they answered the bleating calls.
Yes, Duty called
All of their kind
to reproduce killer robots
disguised as humans
to destroy any and all
that were not like them
you know what it’s about . . .
simply not their kind.
So like good soldiers on a mission
they too, would bring forth
a fair and just warrior
with honor bound fidelity
to protect and serve ‘whose-manity’?
Years later, there came the secret name
given by one, with barely a hushed whisper
and sworn in secrecy
decreed in bloods code,
now that he was officially
in this “Society of Thugs”.
“Congratulations and Welcome Big Jack to The Academy”
said the officer, with the Golden Ropes
where the only mixing of colors, was that vast
array of ribbons covering his chest
attached to a Uniform that reeked Superior
was a shiny and shifty
Mary & Jim Crow, without question
were diligent in the education
and grooming of their
blonde hair, blue eyed son . . .
welcome to the asylum.
Drum Roll please . . .
Introducing, First in his Class
Officer Jack Crow.
A product of the “now” that was “then”.
(c) Janet P. Caldwell – August, 2014