This christmas,
The Turkeys will rise up,
Against christmas spirit,
No longer shall the weak be sacrificed,
Upon the plates of destiny,
This christmas,
The Turkeys will fight back,
And if they should gain their freedom,
And celebrate for themselves,
Then we should have to roll a dice,
To see who'd be the sacrifice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
no dice need be rolled to know the sacrifice better