Contrasts.

You’re a tall, strong man
In a corporate suit
You’re a handsome, young man
In a tailored suit
And while you wipe your tears
In that silk handkerchief
She wipes her tears
With the back of her skin-and-bones hand
And while you wonder which suit will fit you best
She wonders which child she can feed
And which she must put to rest
And while you push the caviar aside in your plate
For your fat wife to share
She pushes cardboard and tin
To make a home for tonight
And while you beam your shiny teeth
And listen to your refined music
She smiles when her child plays
And briefly forgets her hunger.

You’re a tall, strong man
In a corporate suit
And can you do me a favor?
Save the money for your next plane ticket
And travel to her land
And visit with her, if only for a few minutes
And for once, don’t push the caviar aside
For your wife who has had one too many spoonfuls of the treat
But save it in a jar
And give her and her little one something to eat
If you’d be so generous
You’d share your suit too
The one that looks just like the last one you bought
And the next one you’ll buy.
Can you do me that favor?
I have a feeling
You would make her day.