I will listen – now tell me what you think And tell me what you think, not what you feel Not what you were commanded by bullhorns Not chants beginning with “Hey! Hey! **! **!”
I will listen – now tell me that you think You, not a crowd, a hive, a swarm, a shoal You, not a mood, a whim, a committee You, not a photocopied manifesto
Because I want to hear you – you, not echoes I will listen – now tell me what you think