Minority's Plea

We are oppressed.

The bar is too high.

We cannot meet the standards.

Cannot break the lock of injustice.

As we reach for liberty.

We soar and plummet.

Because the fruit of freedom is elevated.

Past our ability.

Past maximum height.

We are unwanted.

The leaders are thirsty for our downfall.

Just as thirsty as we are for theirs.

Like dogs, we banter and bicker.

To no end.

They have the power and resources.

We have… nothing.

No way to make our will known

Yet they make theirs known every chance they get.

We are struggling.

Struggling to achieve any goals.

Or even set them.

Rising up? Not an option.

We need a representative.

Someone to stand up for us in this broken nation.

Someone like you.