Tax is Love
Tax is Love
A child at Starship on a drip
A classroom of bright portraits
Tax is the road to the marae and old bach
The railway track that sings
The bridge that bridges that deep gully
Of alone in the forest or the town
Tax is love and a map
For water so its drinkable, swimmable
Alive underground in secret flowing veins
Tax is clouds that look like animals
When you lie in the park
Or pray for the climate
Tax is people thinking that other people
Need to feel this good and safe
In a house with no mould
People who believe in each other
Giving something for the rainy day
The greater good
That kind of tax
That kind of love
