“It seems, most apt, to raise a hand

For those outstretching their palms

In the climes of Africa to the ghettos of New York

What for, but substances, to pass down the throat

 

It seems, the right thing to do, to raise a hand

Despite the conventions that impose otherwise

For those outstretching their palms

Where is their feast?

 

Oh no, the awkward question has been asked

Scrumptious fine dining comes with a price tag of guilt

The stuffing and scoffing becomes gluttony

When inequality dares to speak

 

The hands are raised, the questions declared

The feast is prepared as the world wakes up to understand

The outstretched palms with raised join hand in hand

Clutching together their plates of feast, in celebration of humanity”