We celebrate with a feast
All of our lives
Are wrapped together
In a few hours of dinner celebration
~
In America,
Someone is crying
Alone
Away from the eyes they hide their pain
Hungry
~
In America,
We drive fine vehicles
Wear designer gowns
Winding black ties on our collars
While sipping fine wines
~
In America,
The winds are biting
As a cardboard shelter
Provides little security
The hours creep slowly again
~
In America,
We will shop in droves
Just after midnight
And while a needy soul
Lays nearby, we’ll boast about
Our tent outside of Best Buy
~
In America,
Our lives are no different
In America we love freedom
On Thanksgiving night
In America … pray for us all
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poignant – when there is a celebration and we have the means to celebrate – yes we need to pause and think of those who cannot – that should be served for dessert
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Thanks for your comment – yes, indeed, that should be the final celebration.
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