people milling around food
guest were first to be serve
they're very polite and quiet
elders came to say 'hello'
i saw three security guard
looking, walking with radio
we don't have tables to sit
we stand and eat our food
only cold water was serve
i don't have my four square
we all just rubbing elbows,
bowing, smiling and talking
(different world for me; same
prayers offered)
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