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this morning last night’s

workplace raid is over, the

waiters are busy sweeping

sidewalks in the dim light

of a broken moon, a new day

starts them thinking about

rounded up friends in federal

cages who for thousands of

miles will sing the beauties

they are denied and the foul

ignorance bruising them once

again. frightened, the locked

up call out, bitter tears dropping

to the jail cell floor from their

brown cheeks, their lungs inhaling

the stale air that discloses the hate

chiseling grave stones in the dark

with Spanish names. the customers

start arriving for a first meal and

the waiters left behind wonder how

long the country will feed on lies

carefully wrapped like bible story

gifts!