Behold the cemeteries wars increased,
confederates now union with the dead.
"I am against the war," I simply said
when anyone asked me. I said my peace.
May terrorists and tours of duty cease
and activists and active duty head
instead toward Thanksgiving tables spread
with game and memories of names deceased.
It is Thanksgiving Day. And it is not.
Who eats no meat? Who offers up his life?
The heart grows colder as the head grows hot
till no one dares take up the carving knife
to slice apart Thanksgiving turkey, shot,
on tables full of sacrifice and strife.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org
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