“Even God himself dare not appear to a starving man,
except in the form of bread”
– Mahandas Gandhi
So many fellow women and men today
down at the corner of have and have not
asking for a little of what we’ve got
Flying cardboard signs that say
“I’m a hungry homeless vet”
or one I saw the other day
“the repo’d my Lear Jet”
Being a poet what I mostly have is words
but remembering the words of Gandhi
I decide instead of something to read
I’ll give them what they really need
It’s simple enough, just take an elastic band
and wrap three dollar bills around a bar
you can place them in their hand
or you can throw them pretty far
If monks balance the world with prayer
perhaps these souls balance it with pain
So if they don’t like granola, that’s OK with me
the carnivores can afford to attack a Big Mac
and the thirsty are half way to a six pack
The natives did share their food with the
first settlers
But
It is well documented
though not well known
that the first official Thanksgiving
(proclaimed by the governor of the
Massachusetts Bay Colony in 1637)
was in celebration of a massacre of 700 Pequot
men, women, and children gathered together
for their own dance of thanks
Ordered out of their home they were shot as
they came forth; those who stayed inside
were burned alive