Can't we send some turkey,
to those with hunger pains?
to fill their empty bellies,
by air or ship or trains?
Can't we share some greens?
or scrumptious pumpkin pie?
or do we loosen belts too tight;
and let our wishes die?
Too much meat we feed our faces,
portions drying on the plate;
while those that starve remain,
and waste what we deem fate.
The biggest day of eating's here;
we go past the full-up mark;
while children lie in  waiting,
their bodies, gaunt and stark.
Thanksgiving means the act of sharing,
not how much we can put down;
please give away what you can't eat,
the folks that need, are all around.
Too much the fork and cutting knife,
too much the sweets we gobble fast;
as if the food might disappear,
as if the sweets won't last.