Over 16,547,710 people are on fubar.
What are you waiting for?
The Segregated
Sitting in the backyard garden
Waiting for the sun to rise
It comes too early to let me sleep
Too late to stop my mind from wandering
Thinking about the people who are segregated
Not allowed to live the life they should
For the majority they don’t exist
Primitives to be caged like animals
Not allowed to speak for themselves
Their lives are ruled by others
Others who live their lives a thousand miles away
They do not know those people
They have never met a single one of them
Yet they have to live as the others decide
Maybe if the sun rises on others
If it gives them time to think
The segregated will be seen as humans
And they will have a voice that someone will hear
Once again they will be human
