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This Nonestablishmentarian Iman Kant Riff

This nonestablishmentarian (Iman) kant riff!
Otherwise titled as: Thanksgiving
nothing more'n gobbledygook 
we stuff ourselves with.

Mine suburban outpost 
approximately thirty seven plus miles
southeast of where liberty bell marks
history upon cobblestone streets 
where sounds of silence 
from walking sticks barks
created from once hand carved 
festooned relics tracing arabesque arcs.

Thru prevarication myths propagated 
whereby story did suitably bend 
the re-enactment whence 
Colonial rule from Britain did end
thou much about  
the series of unfortunate events
leaving tattered fragments 
of proud nations that n’er did mend 
many an indigenous native did offend

with one after another broken promises 
and lands stole under their feet - 
a little mentioned holocaust did rend
initial establishment of these United States 
where to date citizen bankers cater 
to thee ole might dollar to spend
fueling capitalistic credo 
prerequisite emptying wallet 
as Capital One duty to tend.

Europeans from bygone 
did deliberately foment war
fast forward from those 
supposed discoverers of yore
who essentially blackmailed 
innocent rightful occupants 
which tapestry of their culture 
aggressive invaders tore
deliberately feigning kindness 
when within creature comforts 
(such as blankets) 

deadly diseases harbored spore
ravages sans invasions 
left survivors destitute and poor
of fatal impact decimated 
nearly every tribe 
and their concomitant folklore
obliterating accidentally called Indians 
with deliberate intent to vanquish nation 
of red (non bullish) men as if thru a trap door
of cunning deceit loathing 
the peaceful philosophy they did adore.

Sympathy (not for the devil) doth arise
and heart-ache in sync 
with all those plaintive cries
producing unstoppable tears of misery 
streaming down creased blackened eyes
this from ploy to cement bond 
(when convenient) with malicious guise
to force rightful heirs of this land 

to cross their t's and dot i's 
without choice dealt 
hellacious bit torrent torment 
trumped up from countless lies
so tis with heavy cookies 
and all American apple pies
this cyber poet tries
to come across as witty and wise.

Ever since landing 
of that first christened boat
this sober fellow wishes 
to add a rhyming footnote
re: to pay homage to those 
deemed honorable, 
and frequently we quote
an invitation nay strong command 

go play act and cast 
(come November months 
divisible by four) 
your presidential vote
to sustain hollow maxim 
guaranteeing life, liberty and happiness
decreed from all those sacred documents 
founding fathers wrote.

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