But the people kept on grumbling: "Where is Justice" - they kept on repeating - "Those who arrived long after us, Are at their tables eating"... They were told to stop complaining: "Stop your pushing, comrades dear, Those eating, are foreigners, canít you see? They are not from here" "Those tables are special intended for the few, Pray, donít offended but who the heck are you?" But the people kept on grumbling and repeating: "Those who came long after us are sitting now and eating". The man in charge,again was heard to say: "I ask you, comrades dear, please go away, The people eating there, are delegates, selected few, Pardon me for asking: but who the heck are you?" And the people kept on shouting: "Where is Justice after all? How could you? Damn it... We were the first to line up in the queue, And those behind us already eating"...
© Misha Allen. Translation, 1987