O small voice

You the shadows of 

The nation

You who see and hear

But never show that you know 

More 

More than ever would allow 

Their feeble minds to wish to 

Understand

You who walk the path, divided

Yet share the same blue sky as they  that

Make the nation rise in fear.

When will you and they realise that

You and they are one.

And you, great master, you who

Move the strings  and watch the rest contort in pain

You beware

For one day the shadows will move.