Shout it out or whisper it secretly in my ear
Tell me all the things I never want to hear:
Tell me how Sharia liberates the woman:
Tell me how nationalism is patriotism writ large;
Tell me how we need to fill up the prison bars.

And I’ll tell you our lives are way too crammed with things
How we need to let go, to hear the song thrush sing.
If we allow irresponsible algorithms to dominate our lives
We’ll see the whole nihilistic culture of street-knives thrive.

Will the scramble for money mean only the rich survive?
No wrote the Sufi-seer poet Rumi  Oh! so many years ago
If you want money more than anything, your soul is sold.

The pompous and the strident Oh! How much they’d change the world
While the wise ones change themselves as the future is unfurled.