Excuse Me
Excuse Me
Starving:
I'm hungry now. Too tired to walk.
Nothing left for my boy to nurse.
Can you see me here?
Fed:
I'm sorry, but no time right now.
I have to take my children to their
shiny school after their pancake breakfast.
Starving:
Do you see my boy.
My heart is broken afresh every day
that I cannot feed him.
Fed:
Sorry? What was that?
I'm late you know.
Have to go. We'll chat later.
Starving:
Somehow I have to walk another 15 miles.
It's said there's water there.
Can you see me here?
Fed:
No time, no time,
I have back to back meetings today.
Important business, important plannings.
Starving:
Perhaps your wife then?
Fed:
Oh no, no no.
She's busy, booked up
with chores and errands and things we need.
Starving:
Oh.
Fed:
Now don't be that way.
We help, you know.
Starving:
How? Do you mind if my boy
and I lie down now.
We're very tired.
Fed:
(wiping hands) Er, um, of course.
Well, we give. Money.
To charity.
Starving:
We don't want your money.
Fed:
It's not our fault, you know.
Starving:
We don't care whose fault it is.
We're just hungry.
And sick.
Fed:
I don't have time for this right now.
I have important planning to do.
Starving:
We don't want your time.
Fed:
I'll help tomorrow. That's what.
I'll book 5 minutes for you at one.
Starving:
We can't make it.
Fed:
What?
Starving:
We're dead at 6:00 today.
Fed:
Oh. It's not my fault you know.
Starving:
I still don't care.
Fed:
I'm doing important work here.
You'll see.
Starving:
Not us. We won't.
Fed:
Well, those after you. Next year.
We're making some beautiful
buildings. They'll change things.
Starving:
When? Not for us.
Fed:
You'll see. Well those after you.
Our buildings will bring in
only the best people.
Only the best. They're the ones.
Starving:
We need you.
Now.
Fed:
No time today. No time.
Important meetings, plannings.
What was it you wanted?
Starving:
Just a glass of milk.
For my boy.
So he can die without his stomach hurting.
By Presbyterian Gal http://presbyteriangal.blogspot.com/2007/07/excuse-me.html accessed July 18, 2007