False feasts of two sides
You should be grateful
Do not swap the truth for favors
Wipe your mouth after eating
hide those stains from everyone at the table
Keep the dirty napkin out of sight
Those who hold the chains
that bind others
Spoilt children wander into the foyer
As if in rehearsal for a show
Picking over the sweet cakes
Waiters pretend not to look
You can pretend in real life
We can see the double standards
learning to be silent
Till we get back to shanty
So jokes might touch our hearts and relieve them
Make us grateful for the little we have
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