an Ode to Dr. Ali

I came to him in pain and with shame
(he reminded me of birth, famine, and rain)

he was a neurologist by trade
(with a lively, quick way of seeing)

an inspection of my ailing body he made
(what a good and civilized way of being!)

Dragon's jewels he gallant forsook,
for not a penny from my mother he took.

bless the folk and soil that bore him
for saving this youth from a limb!

as long as Earth has people like him,
the green glow of her continents
shall never grow dim.