The clinking of the glasses
The laughter
The low roar of gossip and women dressed stylishly
A sea of tan skin
Unending
They rise
One
by
One
Onto the podium
The tipsy walking and the laughter that follows
They speak words so foreign
Violence
Peace
Suburbs
Ghettos
Equality
Obedience
They speak humorously
With no repercussions
As they all leave with the ominous sound
\"For the children\"
The children that stands in the corner
Dressed like a doll
Plastered smiles
Ornaments to the evening
Those who defy
Are left behind
A pleasing figure
To sate the guilt
They lie
Gazes cast upon those:
Holy
Blessed
Sanctified
Dedicated
Divine
CHILDREN
Dresses graze the floor
Comedic acts occur
Wandering beyond the party
Left is an empty hall
The children left behind
They smile still
Intended to please
Clacking heels finally leave
Funds raised
They served their purpose
So now they part
Labor awaits them
Even though they were the ordained few
The last statement uttered
\"For the children at last\"