Thanksgiving
my family is fat and ugly
we eat what isn't ours
we steal 364 days a year
but on one day we celebrate
all that we took from the red man
from one minority to another
the yellow man is always envious
of the white man
yet so soon he forgets
all the troubles of all the other men
the black man
the red man
so soon he forgets his troubles
yet so soon he is to claim his superiority
what has the world come to
why can't we all just live in peace
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