In these contentious times
When ideologies clash
And dissention is the dominant
Theme upon the land
Where the battle is
The republic
And truth is dashed and smeared
Like scattered footprints in the sand—
Where is that joyous season
That harvest time foretold
When young and old
And friends galore
Gathered to celebrate
The fruits of their labor
And honored each other in
Glorious tribute to
The good that we can do?
Will we pause among
Our causes
And offer a toast
To our founding principles
And praise the joy
Of working cooperatively
Toward a set of goals
And embrace each other
With humility and
Sincerity
Just long enough to recall
What we started out to do
Before we resume the
The clash and the din
Of destroying this land
We love?
No Thanksgiving without the Native Americans Indian or (Indians)America, let not our ingratitude condemn us such as was done by the Roman empire! Thank you brother and analyzing poet, for your keen scrutiny and wondrous use of verse. Peace!!!
A very apt poem for the times. I just finished a novel of apocalyptic proportions with the sharing way of Indians and their councils winning out.
I also learned recently that Iron Eyes Cody in the picture was born to Sicilian immigrants in Louisiana. He changed his name twice, moved to Texas, and then to Hollywood where he played in numerous movies and TV programs. Native Americans accepted him as a brother. Wouldn't it be nice if Congress did that?
...on the day of thanksgiving myths and legends...history
in progress...on the day when a president pardons white turkey
....your great and heartfelt poem, Edward, pops the question:
What's the point? What's the crime a white turkey committed?
or...iIs it just an act of kindness?...or White-turkey-meet-free-diet?
advertisement....or An act of killing that needs a symbolic "let it off
the hook"...An excuse for gluttony or bump-off?.... See...a turkey is
a bird...native to the North...that aligned the colonial roots...here
used to find a value in above pardon..."live and let live"...Indigenous
folks on our Earth are diverse....marginalised...white man casting
them...culturally inferior.........You poem's words sound like
a defence of the indigenous...a line in the sand....saying "Let
we forget"....
Thank you for sharing your message.
The following reviews were saved before reposting my poem in order to remove a mysterious glitch that appeared on the page.
Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
11/21/2014
Edward,
You have taken the words right out of my mouth!!! As you know I am writing a Native American (Karena) I have serious problems with Thanksgiving...I celebrate what I am thankful for, and that is my health, my family and my friends. If we stop to think about how this holiday came about, and see where we are today, I shall say no more....................
Eye opening and truthful poetry!
Peace, love and light,
Amber
Reviewed by Kathy Parenteau
11/21/2014
This poem is perfect in every way. A wake up call to all Americans.
Kathy J Parenteau
Reviewed by Ed Matlack
11/21/2014
Yes, Ed, the question still burns in those of us who care; WILL WE...-e-
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I also learned recently that Iron Eyes Cody in the picture was born to Sicilian immigrants in Louisiana. He changed his name twice, moved to Texas, and then to Hollywood where he played in numerous movies and TV programs. Native Americans accepted him as a brother. Wouldn't it be nice if Congress did that?
Ron
in progress...on the day when a president pardons white turkey
....your great and heartfelt poem, Edward, pops the question:
What's the point? What's the crime a white turkey committed?
or...iIs it just an act of kindness?...or White-turkey-meet-free-diet?
advertisement....or An act of killing that needs a symbolic "let it off
the hook"...An excuse for gluttony or bump-off?.... See...a turkey is
a bird...native to the North...that aligned the colonial roots...here
used to find a value in above pardon..."live and let live"...Indigenous
folks on our Earth are diverse....marginalised...white man casting
them...culturally inferior.........You poem's words sound like
a defence of the indigenous...a line in the sand....saying "Let
we forget"....
Thank you for sharing your message.
Regis
Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
11/21/2014
Edward,
You have taken the words right out of my mouth!!! As you know I am writing a Native American (Karena) I have serious problems with Thanksgiving...I celebrate what I am thankful for, and that is my health, my family and my friends. If we stop to think about how this holiday came about, and see where we are today, I shall say no more....................
Eye opening and truthful poetry!
Peace, love and light,
Amber
Reviewed by Kathy Parenteau
11/21/2014
This poem is perfect in every way. A wake up call to all Americans.
Kathy J Parenteau
Reviewed by Ed Matlack
11/21/2014
Yes, Ed, the question still burns in those of us who care; WILL WE...-e-