Where we stand
We may not see much
But the little we understand
Does not match
With the promise of better
Better empowerment
That a little later
Will harness our endowment
Though great in numbers
And in strength no little
Our leading members
Often riddle
Our aspiration
With doubt
And turn our perspiration
Into nought
In Spain
They take holiday
While in pain
We long for the day
When our dreams
Shall not fail
Neither in steam
Nor in hall
We are alone
In our struggles
And have none
To share our troubles
Some of us
Have no schools
When for them we ask
We are treated like fools
So we
Leaders of tomorrow
Weep
In unending sorrow
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