there are things we don’t talk about around the dinner table
but it’s there, there’s no mistaking it festering like a hot boil

it can’t be hidden behind smiles anymore because we know what you are
even if you hold titles like dad or mom or baby brother

we see your hypocrisy, your racism and deep-seated hatred
as you pass the potatoes with a smile, your bigotry translated

behind carefully crafted words of inclusion and tolerance
words you know nothing about so it’s best if you remain silent

for there’s no more hiding no matter how hard you try to convince us
actions speak louder than words. what else is there to discuss?