I’m searching for scales to weigh what’s fair: families are hungry, miles from home; don’t worry, they say, our PM, he cares. Millions are living on water and prayers, while others are forced to work to the bone; I’m still looking for scales to weigh what’s fair. It plays on the street, in the radio’s blare, listen, it’s there, in the nightly news drone: trust him, and give; our PM, he cares. We need rations and love and protective gear, we must care for all who are sick and alone; we have to find scales that weigh what is fair. We could file an RTI, if we dared: ‘What matters more, food or free loans?’ Let’s audit the PM: how much does he care? We don’t need police spreading hatred and fear, we don’t need new vistas, statues, or thrones; we’ll fashion new scales, we’ll weigh what is fair— we’ll learn from each other the meaning of care.