Snicker At The Swine
eating from the trough again
stuffing his mouth with glory
biting the hand that feeds him
because he thinks he's worthy
absorbed in his deceit
the lies are subtle in which he snorts
to justify his inadequate morals
he rolls in mud to rid himself of the shame
and clense his conconscience
with his snout in the air
he knows
a hypocrite of his own breed
pale pink skin covers up greed
he consumes yet does not produce
this sty is his pity place
Burlarse de los cerdos
comiendo del comedero otra vez
llenando su boca de gloria
mordiendo la mano que lo alimenta
porque cree que es digno
devorado por su engaño
las mentiras son sutiles en las que resopla
para justificar sus morales inadecuados
se revuelca en el barro para deshacerse de la vergüenza
y limpiar su conciencia
con su hocico en el aire
él sabe
un hipócrita de su propia especie
la piel rosa pálida oculta la avaricia
él consume pero no produce
este corral es su lugar de lástima