How long shall we follow trails of their bread crumbs
to their turkey stuffed tables and not be invited to eat?.
We're too content with the aroma that numbs
our stifled hunger. Here we're stepping on each others feet
just to have a peek. We have helped build this house,
now they want to build a wall around it to keep us out.
They're some of us on the guest list. Perhaps that's why
things have never changed. They're some who have been
inside, indulged at their tables and have turned a blind eye.
Now they come out here with bloated bellies and toned skin,
loyal only to their greed. We have helped build this house,
how long shall we stand outside while they keep us out.