Gobbledygook about Thanks Taking formerly known as Thanksgiving

Heretofore stuffing said scandalous fête

worst day of year turkeys do hate

though vegan lifestyle

sweeping culinary tables of late

though me and the missus

still omnivorous foods sate

palates sprinkled (of course

while mouths full with borscht,

and eyes wide shut)

with garbled tête-à-tête

yum pumpkin pie for dessert,

I can hardly wait!

I credit our "star student,"

a twenty something

recent University of Penn alumna

currently residing in Oakland, California,

whose smarts as a single young woman

her papa doth envy,

no matter dearth of employment prospects,

during COVID-19 pandemic

(she vocationally trends toward engineering)

experiences economic dire straits

educated me and the missus,

this despite our chronological seniority,

how times gone by

hundred of years ago

during supposed Age of Exploration

untrammeled native people's lands

got "discovered" vis a vis exploited

courtesy "discoverers,"

no matter established civilizations

linkedin with Earth Mother

sanctified with lovely bones.

Even today indigenous tribes marginalized

forced off their sacred grounds

and/or blithely killed

unfairly skewered in short as nasty brutes

nevertheless the Leviathan

beast of western civilization

glorified, idolized, lionized, romanticized...

post reprehensible genocide

exterminated original occupants

place names peppering towns across

North and South America

token remembrance

of obliterated magnificence

scattered remnants forced

groveling along the boulevard

of broken treaties.

He/she who wielded the biggest stick

vanquished innocent men, women and children

extinguishing chalice, smiting mighty legions

deliberately transmitting disease

which decimated in one fell swoop

legions of unsophisticated souls

purposely mistreated with vengeance

pillaged, raped, torched

if not outright abducted

happy hunting grounds

near pristine tracts literally stolen

eminent domain disguising

manifest destiny modus operandi.

Yours truly doth not claim

the last wordsworth accuracy

within compact poetic frame

begetting extemporaneous told ill-fame

Maya feeble attempt

to codify bloody atrocity tis rather lame,

and bereft of gory details

causes good grief overcame

yours truly, when might overruled right

barring (lock, stock and barrel)

for rightful inheritors to reclaim

old rotten Gotham

long since sank into behavioral sink,

which fellow coining last sentence

I (pretend) forgetting the author -

what's his name?