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November 24th a call, accusatory of them all;

that I should thank......who is it I should thank?



Should I thank the number two? Should I thank the number four?

Should I thank the twenty four, or kick the bastard out my door?

Should I thank the calendar, should I thank the phone?

Should I thank the banksters for foreclosing on my home?

Should I thank the night? Should I thank the day?

Should I piss upon your shoes and kindly walk away?



Thank? Who should I thank?



Should I thank the rich for stealing?

Should I say "It's so appealing",

when you take my family's food away?



Should I thank the climate change,

for all the bright blue sunny days?

My skin burns, but that's ok.



Should I thank the corporations,

for laying claim to earth's creations,

then patenting our very genes?



Should I thank that evil scheme?



Should I thank the pilgrims? Should I thank the flag?

They murdered the natives and stole all their land.



Should I be thankful? Should I celebrate?



What am I celebrating? Is this really a holiday?



When did so many people sell their very brains away?



Thanksgiving they say. I'll never celebrate.

Existentially,

was I born?

To be myself, (or)

thrust onto conveyor

to be made,

to whence I fail to recognize me.

Death, it be a gateway

into high society

...and life is only valued, (when convenient)

publicly.



So speak it's murmurs softly,

caress it's sound with tongue,

loose it's meaning from your mind,

(as if you'd ever done.)



Fore life, they speak it plainly;

justice, life and peace.

Pretend, it be a grand old game,

(without reality.)



Dust off your perception,

remove it from it's box;

there is no time to be a fool

fore time she moves, (tick tock.)



The born, they die of hunger

the truth, she's buried live;

Justice dies of heartache;

...or strangled where she lies.



All to pay for luxury, extravagance; the like,

you choose to die of hunger, or shot for shouting "strike!"



Life, the mistress no one cares,

where caring lungs, they breathe no air

...and wake to find the ruined world

we've bared.



...And for what?

Death and ratings?

Shut me up, I speak the truth.



I speak of life,

the reality you've burned has turned to strife.



Now eat the fruits you've bared.





- Still working on it.

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ariesxxPassion
18:36 Nov 10 2011

I might have to read this several times as it touches may different thoughts within me. Delightful~

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