Mirage of Equality

Oh, Frank, you wear that smile,

But I see through the cracks all the while,

Treating everyone like they’re the same,

But I know, oh I know, this ain't a fair game.

In the isles where shadows loom,

The laughter hides the silent gloom,

You play the part, say it’s all bright,

But in the dark, it’s a different fight.

Every promotion, every slight,

A voice unheard, a constant fight.

You pretend we’re all in line,

But I know who you favor, that’s just fine.

What if the tables turned?

What if the bridges burned?

Would you still have your mirage in place,

If we ruled the race?

Would you feel a different weight,

If we were the ones who set the fate?

You clap your hands, make your calls,

While we’re climbing these stubborn walls,

You say it’s fair, it’s all a jest,

But deep down, we know the rest.

Every dismissal, another wound,

In a system where it’s pre-assumed.

You preach equality, it’s just a line,

While we’re left behind, year after year, we pine.

What if the tables turned?

What if the bridges burned?

Would you still have your mirage in place,

If we ruled the race?

Would you feel a different weight,

If we were the ones who set the fate?

Oh Frank, can’t you see?

The truth whispers in the room eerily,

It’s not just a game of push and pull,

Life’s not equal when the die’s so cruel.

So I’ll stand tall, I’ll make my voice clear,

We’re breaking the silence, drowning out the fear,

One day, we’ll rise and shake the ground,

And when that day comes, oh, Frank, you’ll see, we’ll be around.d