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No banners raised no drums of war
just neighbors kinder than before
A chair pulled out a meal made hot—
and something huge the news forgot
We overthrow the rule of scorn
by noticing the bruised and worn
We vote each hour with how we mend
a ballot cast in how we tend
Statues stand or fall in time;
this revolution works in rhyme:
hello I’m sorry I forgive—
we change the world by how we live
March softly through the market square;
let gentleness replace despair
The quiet revolution wins—
it multiplies by giving in
