How did it come to pass

                    That those who were our slaves

                    Became our masters by fiat?

                    Accorded privilege over us

                           yet filled with sullen animosity

                    Exalted and protected by authorities

                           yet insolent and ungrateful

                    Feeding and breeding

                          on tax-stolen money

                    They ride our spoiled women

                    Who embrace them with such ardor

                    They are spoken of as one:

                          ‘wimmen and minorities’