Blood For Turkey
I am told to be thankful
A day that reminds me,
Screaming at me
to thank,
to thank those who discovered
this virgin land
Once lived upon with
honor and gratitude
Americans marching
in their footprints
Hunting not game
but humans
So their dream can begin
So their dripping mouths
can stuff turkey and gravy,
while children starve
scavenging dumpsters
I am told to be Thankful
while this country waves
its heartless flag
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