The Pilgrims were extended a kind hand and fed by the occupants of this nameless land,
the morning after you could say they took their walk of “shame” mass murder and rape an inconceivable pain.
I can’t celebrate this horrible fate of the natives we walk, run, and live upon a snake riden bloodstained nation.
The hunting and farm raising of a bird enslavement and slaughter that would mean I couldn’t die a martyr.
How could this massacre be forgiven & a holiday was arisen?
I’m Thankful for giving you truth!