When the top comes to the base,
and there's nothing to float, to resurface,
tell me now, how it feels.
tell me, what it's like to be denied,
to get less,
to be spoken about.
Was this the first time you thought about the minority,
once you weren't part of, you now are.
Was this a terrible mistake,
one you cant undo,
one you cant have a say.
Tell me now, the reason for this division,
the structure so unnatural,
the life so terrible.
Choose now,
would you speak up,
or would you remain silent,
letting all them walk over you,
denying all that you have,
just for the colour.
Once you were a majority, now a minority,
tell me h