David Hines (hradzka) wrote,
David Hines

APED: "thanksgiving"

Give thanks not for the things you have,
but for the things you were denied:
The huddling naked in the cold,
a short life of fear before you died.
Meat eaten raw, and thought a feast,
those meager scraps that came to hand,
a world, mysterious and cruel 
you couldn't hope to understand:
no escape from those you knew --
no hope for solitude or change,
no chance at healing for the sick,
no hope of refuge for the strange.
This age men curse and spit upon, 
as worse than all that came before,
is paradise to those long gone --
give thanks before you ask for more.
Tags: a poem every day
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