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. 🐁]:

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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.

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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.'

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(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 🐾)

who would have thought? (a nightmare glanced)

when you step back and look at it

it's ever so surreal.

who could have imagined,

back when we were

knee high to a grasshopper's sigh,

being indoctrinated into

the "Freedom & Democracy"

utterly groundless Hollywood confounded

crocked mockery

of

actual independence,

that one day we'd be sharing grim reports

on the many thousands of corpses

being dragged out from under

the COLLECTIVE West blessed

imprisonment of entire cities,

ritually starved

and

pounded into rubble

on the unanimously chimed dime

of the very profit bidden

colonial middened

zombie parties

of

corporate operatives

we were taught to flip

our safely drained

of

consequential

difference unto "others"

irredeemably irreflective

elective coins for,

those closeup focused,

(hocus stoked us)

progressively conformist,

domination hoarded,

pew framed

and

choir lorded,

delusion bordered

conscienceless "ordered"

utterly devoid

of

honest humanity

soulless servants of Death himself?

the ripped seams of seeming's dreams

 (an infoem by Evan Hawthorn) 

contrary to what the hocused focus laced imaginary "news" tells you, actions

set off by the willing and rewarded servants of the rogue and lawless United

States have consequences.

so, back in June, an English teacher, peace activist and former soccer player 

was detained at the San Francisco airport, on his way to an interfaith speaking tour, the kind of good will gig Hollywood pretends "freedom" defends.

so, as one might have come to expect, without explanation from the so-called "authorities," another brown man was sent back to his stolen homeland, which, of course, the United States feels it has the right to usurp, so it can maintain it's paid assassin occupiers have the "right to exist" thereupon.

meanwhile, a notorious murderous settler, who was once the subject of sanctions, lifted this year by the current precedented president of said United States (that place that famously insists "others" are better off dead), went on a rampage yesterday in a defenceless little village in the South Hebron Hills, and murdered a poor and tired deported peace activist

no longer surrounded
by
huddled learning yearnings.

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another precious light,

taken from us,

simply out
of
soulless spite

(might made right's
midnight blight.)

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American Dream,
we bid thee good night.

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another mourning morning

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another mourning morning

for this, thy neighbour

and

that one,

loved as thineself;

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for the mexicano farm worker

(in his actual homeland)

who'd gathered profit cropped vegetables
for
a bare pittance,

and,

chased by Pilot's
pure race centurions,

fell to his premature death

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and that sweet gentle fellow

at
the Florida ice cream shop,

who'd gone to visit relatives

in

another stolen homeland;

beaten to death
by
pure race settlers

(American style)

and kept from his family

and

 the healing arts

by

 Herod's IDF

(which is to say
empirically taxed
junior
pure race centurions)

until he'd breathed
his
ragged last;

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all part of the COLLECTIVE West's

relentless unrepentant
humanity digressed;

always playing
the
same damned tune...

'we're better than the rest;

of "we" we sing,

"white" people must own everything!'

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- Evan Hawthorn

(the eight mourning after the rockets' red glare, 2025)

another stolen sunrise

another sunrise stolen

from

the sealed eyelids

of a hundred and thirty-nine

precious fragile gifts,

outright murdered overnight

by Freedom & Democracy™;

another 487 souls grievously wounded,

desperately searching

through the

US/UK/France & Germany

judiciously appropriated

anti-Semitism vaxxed

conscience axed

Judas taxed

unrepentant ruins

of

battered and tortured

hospitals unstaffed

for the rumoured shreds

of shattering humanity

left on the racist

road to perdition

by

the wagon circling

responsibility shirking

tattered soul lurking

"US" against the rest COLLECTIVE West.

- Evan Hawthorn, the third of July, 2025

"dust to dust (a toting of the score)"

 

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and then another pair
of unaccountable war criminals,

competing with Hitler and Leopold II
for the pale railed
ourselves we hailed

Genocide Prize,

passed into the
dearth of humanity's

ashes heaping sea,

where failed conscience weeps
in
the 'Free Press' redacted
mainstreamed and distracted

phone staked and raked
framing sweeps
of
consciousness tamed
(honesty waned)
connection drained

(loneliness creeping)

golden rule shuttered

identity focused
nothingness buttered

bordered conformist
'our success' ruddered

(history stuttered)

uttering deeps of forgetfulness,

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ceaselessly reaped
by
profit hopped
patriotism sopped

(stolen 'homeland' cropped)

selective freedom's
reality unrealing

violence sealing
compassion's ceiling

lost respect for 'others' congealing

'self' dealing
(creeded needing)

toasted Earth's
depletion seeding
('progress' weeding)

manunkind extinction deeding

Demicon~Republorant
(seeming's seaming)
'our community'
standards teaming

censor styed
and
AI eyed

only things matter

heedless seeping into sleep;

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laying down their souls to keep

that "long starless midnight of racism and war" (MLK),

reeled in by 'elective' 'winners'
of
imaginary 'democracy'

in that "us" against the rest, 'American' score.

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- Evan Hawthorn 🌿
(the tenth sunrise in yet another repetitive new yeared guise)

the talking deads

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and then the NATO thugs,
snug in the fell sway
of the "us" against "them"
pale railed wagon circling
irreflective collective west,

went and asked,

'what do your pensions and healthcare matter
when you can "serve" "freedom" & "democracy™"
by helping us kill off that
"evil" "axis"
of
independent "others,"

construed as "threats™"
to the world's greatest
stolen homeland's
"full spectrum dominance™"?

and all the Demicons and Republorants
nodded their
snickering
and
bickering

already dead heads.

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