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Red beets gone black.

by Johnny Crimson

Stab them with your laughs and smiles.

May your punctual persona
slit the throats of those you love
and thin the air of guilt that looms
unmentionable above our jolly bodies.

Celebrate your feast as the starving
alcoholic Native Americans fling themselves
from rooftops on their pretty little reserves.

Pet your sons head and take your seat
at the head of the table.
Take it all in great King.
Just never look them in their hollow eyes,
for you may be awakened to the truth.

11/26/2009

Author's Note: American Indians have the highest suicide rate in the United States. They also make up the smallest ethnic group in the American population. You do the math. We should be graveling at their feet. Happy Thanksgiving!

Posted on 11/26/2009
Copyright © 2025 Johnny Crimson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by V. Blake on 11/26/09 at 07:42 PM

"Stab them with your laughs and smiles." was a dark way to open this up, and it only got bleaker from there. This is a very powerful piece, though I wonder if your third-to-last line isn't a typo with "Take in all in" That aside, this poem definitely managed to catch me totally off guard, and I gotta say job well done to any writer who does that :)

Posted by Joe Cramer on 11/26/09 at 10:19 PM

..... well done.....

Posted by Anne Boulender on 11/27/09 at 05:06 AM

I'm grew up in Washington State and always lived near Indian reservations as a kid. I always wanted to visit one. I've always thought Indians were cool. They have their own laws, as well they should. Anyway, its almost like some people are only met to live a certain life and if they stray from it or it is taken away from them then they don't know what else to do since they can't live out what was intended for them.

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