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Black Friday Poem, ‘On Giving Thanks’

On Giving Thanks

By Rajani Kanth, author of Coda

Give thanks that we be
still alive
whilst others gratuitous

those that did none
any harm
nor knew the reason why:

and as we feast
and murmur thanks
joyous, night and day

think of they who face
our wrath
miles and miles away;

killed at feasts, and funerals
children , infants, too
blown to bits by aerial fire
coming at them from the blue

stop not to think, think not to care
the spree just goes on –
as we hop from shop to shop
when black friday is on

’tis the season don’t you know
love , and joy, and cheer:
as for the rain of fiery death,
it falleth there, not here

the rarity of our charity
is sheer wonder to behold
where hearts have thus ceased to feel,
can lives ever be whole ?

and so it goes, another feast
another season past
but there will surely come the day
when the first shall be the last

when grievous iniquity
shall not visit the weak
when ambrosial human kindness
even a tyrant heart shall leak

So feast away, this livelong day
it is our hour under the sun
but I have seen tomorrow –
when the revels will be done

© 2016 by R.Kanth, author of Coda

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