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