Cut Me Some Slack

Why are these folks trying to revive the visions,
Of the Mayflower?
Jamestown and Plymouth Rock?
Quaker days with colonial ignorance?

With myths sold to flock tourists...
Who come fantasized by the change of leaves,
In the Fall!
And killing innocent turkeys.
Just to lock up some old lady in the kitchen,
So everyone can say how grateful it is to greed...
In celebration of Thanksgiving at grandma's house.

'That's being disrespectful.'

You don't have to tell me that.
The Indians are the ones,
Who haven't been given a forum yet.
And I bet they've got lots to say.

'Are you 'for' or 'against' the holidays? '

Did I say anything about turning down a good meal?
I am a writer.
Not a fool!

That's the only time I welcome these myths.
The season slowly approaches.
But for now...
We are in the midst of August.
And I can't stand this humidity!
I've got to vent about 'something'.
Cut me some slack!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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