For every beggar you passed by
you should raise ten gallons of water from the good well

For every minute spent in pampered extravagance
knowing you could but raise a finger to ease another's plight
you should spend a day ploughing the good field

For every act of secretive and shameful violence
that you have added to the mountain of injustice
you should flatten and smooth and maintain forever
a good mile of the royal road

Wait
What should happen
Doesn't happen in this world

But your behaviour has been noted
If only by yourself