you!, your so tiny...
complaining about how loud we speak...
do not judge us, for we are mighty...
you disturb us, unknowing how else you're weak...
you follow your engineered line...
from our tables you tastefully dine...
and in our footsteps, you washed ashore...
slaves you are, for her majesty the *****...
you carry her food, serve her sugar...
nevertheless you'll always be a beggar...
and of how you are hidden, amongst us all...
in plain sight you belonged...