Stomp the Floor

spooning food onto plates
passing out dollar store
Santa Clause hats
as if the needy are in fact
in need of that, who in their
right mind would be pleased
with that, it's just a random act
shaken the dust off, then running
off as if you're late for teatime
or tails all the while you
have it well in your means
to set the captives free but, you
won't let them go, don't you know
they can't grow from you reaping
from the tears they sow
the wounded, the showered
the devoured, worshiping
the beast by depending on
the system for relief, the thief
the establishment gains riches
leaving the us folks with the dishes
to wash, dirty kitchens to sweep
and greasy floors to mop
the question is..."when do we eat