One person’s Thanksgiving
Is often another’s mourning
We cannot turn back time
To present ourselves a warning
A promise to be kept
And treaties not to be broken
Communities of peace
Only words of love are spoken
Thank and pray to your gods
Whether the land or in the air
The family together
Brings their humanity to bear
Would we turn back the time
To share the freedom with others?
Give up some pumpkin pie
For all our sisters and brothers?
Shared with Reena’s Xploration Challenge #358 – How would you like to celebrate Thanksgiving?
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Two hours ago, I was on a call with a Kashmiri writer who spoke about how they suffered and were compelled to leave their home state. Two perspectives of different segments of the population and the political perspective are so different.
Your poem struck a chord instantly.
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It’s all just dirt and we are all going to die one day. Why this doesn’t lead to a shared peace is odd to me. As the tired saying goes “Why can’t we all just get along?”
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The quest for power 😂
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Different perspectives, beautiful poem.
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Thank you 🙏
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🥰🙂🥰
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