The Darker Reality

 

In America,

We celebrate with a feast

All of our lives

Are wrapped together

In a few hours of dinner celebration

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In America,

Someone is crying

Alone

Away from the eyes they hide their pain

Hungry

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In America,

We drive fine vehicles

Wear designer gowns

Winding black ties on our collars

While sipping fine wines

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In America,

The winds are biting

As a cardboard shelter

Provides little security

The hours creep slowly again

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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

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In America,

Our lives are no different

In America we love freedom

On Thanksgiving night

In America … pray for us all