Disculpe El Señor

Excuse me, sir, if I interrupt you, but in the hallway there are a couple of poor people who are asking insistently for you. They are not asking for alms, no... Nor are they selling wool carpets, nor ebony elephants. They are poor people who have nothing at all. I didn't quite understand with nothing to sell or nothing to lose, but it seems like you have something that belongs to them. Should I tell them that the sir has left...? Should they come back tomorrow, during visiting hours...? Or should I tell them as the sir says: 'Santa Rita, Rita, Rita, what is given, is not taken away...'? Excuse me, sir, the hallway is filled with poor people and they keep coming, from the rear, by land and by sea. And since the sir said he left and it's an emergency, they asked me to show them the way to the pantry, and that God will repay them. Should I give them the keys or should I kick them out? You see that while we are talking, more and more poor people are arriving and they keep coming. Do you want me to call a guard and check if their poor papers are in order...? Or should I tell them as the sir says: 'You love me well, I love you well, don't touch my money...'? Excuse me, sir, but this matter is getting worse. They are coming by the millions and curiously, they are all coming here. I tried to contain them but as you can see, they have found your whereabouts. These are the poor people I told you about... I leave you with the gentlemen and understand... If you don't have any other instructions, I will leave. If you need me, call... May God inspire you or may God protect you, as they haven't realized that Karl Marx is dead and buried.