They seek to be seen
Invisibility is their shroud, their cloak
Oh do not our eyes deceive?
The throat of a hand, the hand on the throat?
Who can touch what is not there
Can you mingle in their midst?
The soft of shoe move stealthily minus a jingle
And steals the gifts, by giving gifts to steal
The fight to be recognised goes on and on
Anonymity can reign supreme
Stand up, get noticed, let them see the whites of you eyes
If we can see you, that you can certainly see me