You can call us the "the minorest of minorities"
Invisible, never known, the last of priorities
Nomads, traveling on foot to distant lands
Derogatorily put, call us barbarians
In the mountains of Thailand and Laos we reside in
But that doesn't necessarily mean its our homeland
See we take refuge in many different countires
Never becoming true citizen, remain outcast of society
Living collectively at first, later on start to disperse
Seems like a curse for our people to live on this earth
Sometimes it's hard for us to fit in
Should we assimilate or keep our tradition
Our children, how should we raise them?
Issues of generation gaps and cultural clashes
A community divided will soon collapse
Some of us sit back hesitate to react
Others aware of this fact
A genocide of our kind, we being responsible?
Soon we'll be gone but who's to know?
We came silently and will be gone silently
Can this be our fate, the final chapter of our destiny?
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