Luke Soto - Not So Thanksgiving
In the fall of 1621
Settlers arrived on the shores of the new land Not long ago was this adventure begun Natives came with a welcoming hand
A cold twist in the fate of man A village burning in the distance Men, women, and children ran
While everything they knew was wiped from existence
500 Wampanoags lie in the blood soaked dirt A cheap victory the pilgrims had won
All for nothing, just one man hurt
A feast held for the deed they had done
An event hidden over the years Shadowed by an annual Thanksgiving feast
So many forgotten tears Long buried, is the real beast
For most, a day of giving thanks For some, a day of sorrow Remember the broken ranks
Natives fought with only bow and arrow
Recall the day for the good Spare a moment for the forgotten Most would go back if we could
To change a part of history, that is so rotten