Daddy's Little Klansman

My dad and I never did toss a ball That is what I remember most of all, But, instead stones and bricks we did toss And together occasionally we burnt a cross. Many times we dressed up as though trick or treating But, only when dad and me went to a special meeting, There we were taught of hated of all blacks and every Jew Then we would fight them all, until we were black and blue. We screamed to everyone that God was on our side Of course that wording was blasphemy, we lied, My dad, he had raised me to be a true patriotic man With prejudice and bigotry as with every member of our Klan. When I was younger I was told to eat everything off my plate Then I was taught how to judge, and also why to hate, Dad always said that our country should be white once again Even though it once belonged to the red men. I was trained for fighting for people's liberties and rights But, not for the blacks, reds or yellows only the whites, I still remember the games that dad and me once did play Now like my dad, I am a member of the KKK. Randy L. McClave