For what are we thankful this November?
In our daily days, oft we don’t remember
the many blessings with which we are bestowed:
food and water, clothes and roads–a home.
Oh, all our trials, our tribulations!
We curse the rain when it drowns out the sun.
But troubles exist, ne’er we seen before;
yes, there are places where rain always pours,
where folks can’t find a job, a bite to eat,
or sleep each night with the security
that safely they will wake, come the dawn,
that their lives should be fruitful, happy, long.
Oh strange whirling world, please explain to me
why we allow such foul disparities!
I sit warm and wealthy, to feast today,
while my brothers and sisters starve away.
Thankful, I am, for my simple, kind life,
for an existence free of want or strife.
Content? I am not, with the world as it is:
food, safety and health should not be privileges.
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