Turkish bread with olive oil
Pots of black coffee
Compost to enrich the soil
You can’t steal what’s free
I reassure myself
When I’m hurt and angry
Or in poor mental health
No, you can’t steal what’s free
Who sanctifies the land
This wounded country
Let them take the stand
Now you can’t steal what’s free
More wealth than I can house
And none more creaturely
I cringe at all the harm I cause
Oh, I can’t steal what’s free
I borrow from the Bible
A Renaissance anthology
Of poets unoriginal
So I can’t steal what’s free
I read the texts and signs
That say you love me
The vanity love undermines
And I can’t steal what’s free
