Speak; your tongue, even now, is yours
This lithe body remains your own
Speak; for your life, even now, is yours.
Look, for in the ironworker’s shop
Flames do rage; the iron is red
The locks have started to come undone;
…Every link of the chain is opening.
Speak; this little time is enough
Before the end of your body and your voice
Speak; for truth lives on even now
Speak; what you have to say – say it.
Hoping you will use your voice to vote, to choose fair trade and to take every opportunity to speak up for peace and justice…Betsy