I went down to see the majority in action gathering in the square
the surging crowd the chanting voice of many people was there
yet I missed the deferring whisper of others from the crowd
the minority of a democracy was absent / quiet as a shroud
and wither was their point of view drowned in slogans and revile
the future of inclusiveness dominated by slurs that defile
I looked for the different colours here the different sounds and where
I found such difference I did recoil at its oppressed nature there
then cans were rattled the songs were long about victory and strength
but for those lost and weak who did not belong there was to be no defence 
as push came to shove and drama spilled onto this public stage 
the large protest became a test of where the power is really laid 
how it would be used to push a point of view not clear to absolutely everyone 
unless to power they were already connected or held the butt of a gun
there is apparently no place for everyone under our glowing democratic sun
for those left out it was time to think and maybe time to run