Break, free with haste.
Houses on the backs of children,
Freedom brittle thin,
Newly found, quickly persecuted.
But hours. But ours.
“I will bring you a piece of bread
That you may refresh yourselves,”
Spake father’s father’s father.
What hospitality can we show you now
Now that we are racing,
Now that we live with more frugality,
With more humility,
A reminder that we have survived
Times rough and rushed
Since bread was brought forth from the earth.