As we approach
Thanksgiving with a chuckle that Trump has pardoned two birds
A pause, a
hope, and a dream that at least on Thanksgiving divisive rants will not be
heard
A nation not
in an external war but sadly only with itself
As the
economy booms putting more jobs and higher wages on its shelf
A time to be
thankful as Charlie Brown’s thoughts to us bring
“What if, today, we
were grateful for everything?”
Our
social fabric in politics has been rent and tattered
Yet
on both sides of the aisle a mantra of
lower your head and batter
Before
the drums are beaten yet for another Blue versus Red holy war
Can
we not step back and see the harm our divisiveness brings, how can we still
ignore?
Divided
across lines deeper than any time since the Civil War
Intense
ad hominem attacks on the other side in number and vitriol soar
Partisan
ears shut to discourse with attacks which we should abhor
How
to avoid the chaos between us the future seems to have in store?
Even
at Thanksgiving can we somehow civility and mutual respect restore
How
close are we to leave hateful words and move to violence and gore?
This nation
has problems like poverty, immigration, homelessness, drugs and loss of for one’s
neighbors care
Feelings
that a remote elite in far off cities or the Swamp we believe do not share
Before we
heed the dog whistles of violence and strife
Acknowledge
we are mostly blessed with a prosperous and good life
Good be
improved no doubt
But with
outstretched hands not angry shouts
So on this
Thanksgiving as you feel the turkey helpings warm and soothe
Eyes hard to
stay open but time to find the compromise bipartisan groove
Let not Black
Friday obscure the truth and facts
It is time
to stop on each other bitter partisan attacks
Even when on
Friday in the malls you want to erupt if a store the new hot gift lacks
You can
always take a breath and know tomorrow when crowds are smaller you can come
back
Put the “thanks”
back into Thanksgiving and allow it to last
Leave the
rancor and hate and ad hominem attacks to the past
© November
27, 2019 Michael P. Ridley aka the Alaskanpoet
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