Had it been en wrought with silver and gold,
Perhaps it would have been embraced more,
Yet embroidered it is with black and white,
And the race refuses to accept it.
Had it been full of dreams at every corner,
Maybe it would have been dragged at every point,
Yet it is thrown away at every frustration
And fantasy the world lives in.
Had it been what every one hoped for,
Maybe they would have been the best,
Yet work and toil they had to do,
And heads shook and no they said.