It’s not enough to say
We want silence in the day
It’s not enough to have
We must ever seek the salve
To plant upon our wound
That which from birth has wound
Around our heads and hearts and sought
To fill our bellies full of drought
It is not enough to take
A measure and a stake
In one’s own worth, you see
It’s not about your dignity
It’s not about a spirit call
It’s about the coin, that’s all