How do you persuade the world
That you are right, and they are wrong?
I’ve seen you at it for a while;
Your daily labor, hard and long —

I see defiance in your words,
To castigate in smears and daubs —
But love cannot be born of hate,
Nor quiet hope be spread by mobs

But let your love show out from in,
Your words and actions guide, and heal —
And then you might persuade the world
You daily come upon
For real