How do you change a law
When something so close to you suffers
When you hold several lives in your hands
You weed them or weed all the others
The village says you're worth more
Their faces, and your mouth, seem sour
But you wonder if it's a question of worth
Or simply a question of power
Their white lovely lies
Your watercress lives
You've never had to think about more
But now you know less
And a great moral test
Threateningly knocks on your door
Sloven spells spread stilling space
How quickly has everything changed
Your gentle weeds unfurl their leaves
And yet somehow, everything's the same
