Happy Thanksgiving

On this day, we celebrate the act of giving thanks to our fellow human being and show our appreciation through the noble sacrifice of the common turkey. On THIS day, no turkey is considered common. It becomes a symbol of unity in the face of adversity where times are considered dark and cruel. Where hands of different colors come together to celebrate life and death(of the noble turkey) at the same damn table. Where food becomes the second best medicine to a smile. Out of the other 364 days of the year, we sit down, break bread, laugh and enjoy each others company. On this day we celebrate friendships kindled in times of hardship and success, on this day we celebrate our families and their unconditional love and support, on this day we celebrate those who are not here in body but in spirit. But today, today is different. Today we remember the tragedies that have happened over this year. Today we remember the injustice that has befallen the families and the people this year. Today we remember the homes that will have a seat empty waiting for a child, a father, a mother, a sister, a cousin, an aunt and uncle to come home to fill... but never will. Today we remember our soldiers over seas fighting the good fight just so we can have this meal. Today we remember those who can't have a meal like this at any point and time in the year. Give thanks to what you have, give thanks to what paves the way to a better tomorrow and give thanks all 365 days of the year. Eat your fill. Drink your weight. Laugh and enjoy these fall times. Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

Grand Central - New edit

The Hopeless and the Damned,

Grand Central, Hell’s terminal,

Gathering of the reckless and foolish,

Social Pariah,

The burdened individual,

The mass of mules,

This is where the poor fight the homeless,

The free country,

Free to fight,

Free to suffer,

Bickering silence in politics,

The stench of policy and duty,

Fills the station full of bullshit,

The midnight pigs tend to the swine,

No one rests in Hell here,

Gatherings are held on bench and floor,

Nothing is discussed,

Disgusted by the disgusting,

And you wonder,

Where’s the food?

Where’s the peace?

Where’s the money?

Into whose pockets must I beg for?

I see more change in my Mcdonalds cup than here,

Same people,

Same faces,

Blurry shadows walking by,

Next Stop on Track 4 à Nowhere

Grand Central

The Hopeless and the Damned

Grand Central, hell’s terminal

Gathering of the reckless and foolish

Social Pariah

The burdened individual

The mass of mules

This is where the poor fight the homeless

The free country

Free to fight

Free to suffer

Bickering silence in politics

The stench of policy and duty

The midnight pigs tend to the swine

No one rests in hell here

Gatherings are held on bench and floor

Nothing is discussed

Disgusted by the disgusting

Where’s the food?

Where’s the peace?

Where’s the money?

Next Stop on Track 4 -> Nowhere