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A Serving of Genocide With the Turkey

A Serving of Genocide With the Turkey

By Elton Camp

Thanksgiving meat should be baloney
Because the holiday’s origin is phony
Pilgrims came to an inhabited land
Got help from the natives at hand

Without their assistance it’s clear
They wouldn’t have lived a year
A big feast they were asked to attend
Mainly for a treaty their rights to end

They didn’t call it Thanksgiving Day
The intent was the natives to betray
That feast wasn’t repeated again
Rather, many episodes of horrid sin

Squanto’s treaty was with a single tribe
Pequot outrage was hard to describe
“To that treaty we sure didn’t agree
It’s no good as anyone fair can see”

To keep their land, Pequots fought
As any proud people really ought
For the Green Corn Festival they came
What happened then is a lasting shame

Seven hundred souls were sound asleep
White men surrounded ‘em without a peep
“We order you heathens to come outside”
They were then shot, clubbed and died

Even women and children didn’t survive
But were cruelly, mercilessly burned alive
A Day of Thanksgiving authorities decreed
At how well the ghastly attack did succeed

At their victory the colonists were delighted
Attacks against many villages were excited
For Indian scalps bounties were gladly paid
So as many murders as possible would be made

To the colonists the victories did belong 
They feasted as they sang a joyous song
Hacked off heads through streets were kicked
To show that the Indians had been licked

A chief’s head was mounted on a pole
Where it stayed for 24 years we are told
So in a land were millions did reside
All but a few of them ultimately died

This isn’t the warm, fuzzy story from school
But one of genocide so deliberate and cruel
So Thanksgiving Day I do not celebrate
As to why, this true story I have to relate

Copyright © Elton Camp | Year Posted 2012

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