If our souls were sustained by love
The way we fight for our daily bread,
Love would be a like a knight, gallant and fearless
What is daily bread without love?
Can love survive without daily bread?
May we take the Golden Mean as Harmony?
Or equate Harmony with Chivalry?
And… generally speaking, what do all these notions mean
When we have spent so much time looking around us,
Fearing our neighbours?