Mourning Thanksgiving (a Canticled Uncanting) * ~ * ~ * ~ [a poem found at the end of a 🥖 scanty trail of crumbs left by some other who's houseless mouse. 🐁]:

*

and then on Thanksgiving,
the United States bombed Somalia
for the hundred and second
time this year,

because,

obviously,

and contrary to the ridiculous
"Thanksgiving" myth

(in which
holier than thou
subscribers to 'whiteness',

taking a break
from burning their victims alive,

allowed the "devilish savages"
to sit at table
with
their insistently protected wives

- this time opting not
to get them drunk
in order to more easily
chop off their heads
for mounting on the pikes
festooning their stolen "homeland"
Christendom havened
warning emblazoned gates

- and merely broke bread with them

(incidentally giving Abraham Lincoln
a marvelous device
for hanging a torn asunder
bruised and battered
uncivil thundered
nation hooding
(we control the "goods")
pride gliding speech upon

in another darkest hour

fraying the Novembers past
disremembered embers))

and incredulously stretching

the

failed reflection

of contrariness even further...

in

complete
perverted disavowal

of the rumoured words
of that reactionary
peace loving
long haired radical
their unexamined pretenses
based the cracked case
for
their (delusion contusioned
domination templed
other peoples' independence
exceptionally unexampled

best of the west invested
unrivaled litany of
unadmitted mass murder)

resolutely unrepentant

humanity ditched

in god we trussed
nuclear stitched
high tech clutched
graspings thereupon,

the United States fails to see

any (quarterly interest bearing) "value"

in the lives of "others."

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on that same crisp morning,
another unsuspecting group
of under"valued" "others"

were still mourning
a prominent clan leader
and devoted husband

revered for his efforts
at peacemaking,

who was on his way home
from a visit with
the president of Puntland,

a semi-autonomous state
that considers itself
to be part of Somalia,

a poor bedraggled land
the still at large
(ordered border hoarding
social uplift unaffording
diplomacy discording
bullying and lording)
failed democracy
that
usurped the name of an entire hemisphere

can't seem to keep itself from terrorising,

when a drone came out
of
a lovely blue sky

and incinerated him.

*

not very far from that
coveted "point of interest"

in yet another
grievously tortured land

denied any vestige
of sovereignty
or dignity

where even the simple grace
of recognising
a genocide
can't seem be traced

a blistered and cold
emotionally exhausted child

in the tatters of another year's
too small coat

huddled in the corner
of a wind shaken tent

without even
the frail comfort
fading from
a
one-eyed teddy bear

(lost the last time
they had to flee)

took it into
his
still fluttering heart

to whisper 'ameen.'

*

(passed along
in the buddy can't you spare
a person or an unpersoned
dime haunted chimes
of
a 'self' obsessed tin dinned
sin winded time 🪽
by
- Alfonso the Wisened Mouse 🐾)