22 November 2012
Twelve angry men
Sit with their own stuffed bird
Watching with anger as a pig skin is hurled
Twelve angry men eat, drink;
Curse and bark
Twelve quiet women sit in the dark.
Little computers are the escape from this bleak meal.
All the while these testosterone junkies holler and squeal.
Little people at small tables dreading this meal.
Ignored and trained to repeat the feast.
Mindless cheers only feed the beast.
The little ones with the real idea,
We should play, laugh and celebrate all year.
There are neighbors of all flavors.. But we sit right here?
Our history points out our nature.
Dominate through fear
feast on the natives plates every coming year.
Teaching children lust for blood
hatred for neighbors near.
Twelve angry men devour their birds this year...
Twelve Birds • Opuss № I