Grace
Many times we say our grace
and we pray like it's a race,
open our eyes then complain
about the food that's on our plates.
We might say
"I don't like this meal,
this food taste too bland."
Then proceed to eat with ungrateful hands.
Meanwhile, people are searching
through the dumps
to find something
to eat for lunch.
How gladly they would take our place.
How sincerely they would say their grace.
If they could only have some food,
to place upon their empty plates.
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