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Innocence, smiles in the playgroundAs a grey man, touches her hair"sweets for a pretty girl ? "But she's not such a silly girlAs she slaps the hand awayPoison on my plate, so hungry I atePoison on my plate, so hungryI feel, the steel, insideOur mouths open wideWe sharpen our teeth, and flexing our jawsWe bite the hand that feed usHe grows to be big and strongEats the vegetables, joins their familyThe ignorance he foundHelps the medicine go downHelps the stale untruths taste nicerPoison on my plate, so hungry I atePoison on my plate, so hungryThe lies, disguise wears thinThe fasting beginsThe scraping of chairs, cutlery screamsWhen may we leave the table ?
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"Suppertime" as written by Ira F. Stanphill
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