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A child dies thousands of miles away,
Starved to death, unable to be saved.
But on this day we'll all eat our fill,
Many of us will eat till we're ill.
A twenty four pound turkey for a family of four,
Feeding scraps to the dog lying down on the floor.
Two bags of potatoes, for mashed and for baked,
Piles of corn, and carrots, and grapes.
Pumpkin pie heaped with mounds of whip cream,
Savory smells that rival the most gluttonous dreams
A plate full of food, too much food to eat,
In another country a child falls from its feet.
Food has not passed through its mouth for days,
It's starving and dying, its skins turning gray.
But on this special day in the place where we live,
We'll eat to our fill and forget all those kids.
We'll throw food in the trash in the upcoming days,
While those starving far away from us desperately pray.
Pray for some food, and pray for some hope,
Pray for the strength to get through and cope.
So sit down and enjoy the sliced turkey breast,
And when you're finished go to the den and sit for a rest.
Eating all that food was so physically draining,
You're weak cause you're stuffed; they're starving and waning.
Unaware that at the very time they prayed for a bite,
Thousands of families sat down to eat all through the night.
They don't know we're here, but we all know they're there,
We choose not to bother, and we choose not to care.
*note: I love thanksgiving, its great, I ate as much food as everyone else probably, and theres not much people can do about things going on so far away anyway, apart from those charities that send food to starving people and such. I'm not blaming anyone for it, I just wrote this while thinking about how much i ate today, and realizing how many people die every day from famine. and yes.. if you made it all the way to the bottom of this... yay, good job.
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