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