No More Thanksgiving Poem by Raj Dronamraju

I was thankful when I should have been angry
Stuffing the people with visions of dancing on Columbus's grave
I don't like your country or your way of being

Should have left things the way they found them
You sorted it out with disease laden blankets
Planting the community corpses, up grows corruption

Around the family table, speaking in between mouthfuls
Happy for a job where they treat you like a slave
Happy for a modest living it was worth killing indigenous peoples for

Full bellied sinners compete in televised burps
Link up to form mismatched groupings
They feel sorry for history they can never change

The pioneer spirit they gather to celebrate
The pioneer spirit is murder and genocide, rape and theft
They'll shake hands with Native Americans and demand all their potatoes