Poem: The Feast

Militia men in mess halls,

The women hard at work

With children sitting, savoring

Food that's poorly made.

The swordsmen and the musketeers

Are dining side-by-side;

The richly dressed and the impoverished,

Talking in low voices,

Sharing a meal.

Red shirts and black cloth,

A man filling up a jar,

With white headdresses and funny hats

Covering the heads of all.

A feast of poverty is

Laid out on the table.

Faces are grimly set in

This somber, solemn meal.

In the din of noise and feasting

Sits a figure, all alone.

A little boy chewing his food,

Or perhaps digesting his thoughts.

--Sangheilioz 20:53, 18 August 2008 (UTC)

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