Place to eat elongates
To fit the tail of old
Pilgrimage ends in gold
A people bought and sold

Fowl corn and potatoes
A reason to meet together
Bearing it before baring out
On display for the take

We are thankful for our ancestors
And the crimes they’ve wrought
Hopeful for a tomorrow
Where karma won’t be sought

Not much to do but reminisce
Reparations old and paid
Keep our past not far away
Ready set and stuff your face