Is it wrong that I don’t feel the shame?
Yet I do understand the pain,
The disgust, the mistrust,
Of a promise made by us,
That was not followed through.

How can we look them in the eye?
When we have this overhanging lie,
For which no one is brave enough to admit to,
For the fear of having to play the public’s fool,
In the court of social injustice.

And how, how could we have let this happen?
Leave ourselves open to this embarrassment,
Treating them as stateless citizens,
Stealing away all their freedoms,
How?
How could we let it happen?

Cause they gave us their everything,
Reset and started from zero again,
Sacrificed their place on the food chain,
To help us when we were lame.
They did the menial tasks,
That of ourselves would be too much to ask,
So we could live it up in the sun,
Basking while the work was done,
By the hands different to ours,
Of those who we considered a lower class,
And what did we give them in return?
A thankless return flight home,
Waving them off with a two-finger salute.

So did we really mean it?
When we offered the hand of friendship,
When we set a fresh place at the table,
When we greeted them with a smile,
Or were they just,
Shallow gestures.