Tossed morsels
Land on our backs
Bent in toil,
And send whiff of meal
To our nostrils.
Our stomachs
Empty,
Ache
And long for meals.
Up, on the window
Ajar,
Matriarch of the mansion
With massive bosom
And face of cruelty
Feed fat cats.
Patriarch of the mansion
At the window Watch,
The cruelty below.
