Disculpe Señor

Excuse me, sir
If I may interrupt, but in the foyer
There are a couple of poor folks
Asking insistently for you
They're not asking for alms
Nor selling wool carpets
Nor ebony elephants
They're poor folks with nothing at all
I didn't quite understand
With nothing to sell or nothing to lose
But it seems
You have something that belongs to them
Should I tell them you're not here?
To come back tomorrow, during visiting hours?
Or should I tell them as you say
'What is given, is not taken away'?
Excuse me, sir
The foyer is filled with poor folks
And they keep on coming
From the rear, by land and by sea
And since you're said to be out
And it's an emergency
They've asked me to show them
The way to the pantry
And that God will repay you
Shall I give them the keys or kick them out? You decide
Because while we're talking
More and more poor folks keep arriving
Do you want me to call a guard and check
If their poor papers are in order?
Or should I tell them as you say
'You love me well, I love you well
Don't touch my money'?
Excuse me, sir
But this matter is getting worse
They're coming in millions
Curiously, they're all coming here
I tried to contain them but you see
They've found your whereabouts
These are the poor folks I told you about
I'll leave you with the gentlemen
And understand
If you don't instruct otherwise, I'll take my leave
And if you need me, just call
May God inspire you or protect you
For they haven't realized
That Karl Marx is dead and buried