Words for Thoughts

Turkey

It's been over
Had nothing but some meat
It was so good
That one day
Where we would feast
On an innocent bird
I could see them now
They are clucking
Running away
Fear of getting turned to chow
They are scared
But a tradition we must keep
They are crying
You won't listen
They need to scram, no sleep
Feathers flown away
What did they do to us
Many others we could eat
And yet we choose them
They fear humans
And I could just do the same