A poem about the start of human progress

I imagine this is how the Great Revolution will begin: 

Someone stands up 

at a public gathering, after a terrible crisis, 

and says: 

Here's what I'm going to do.  

I'm going to help.  

And I'm going to help for free.

The only catch is 

that I will only help other people who help for free.

As soon as you pay me it is no longer help.  

It's a service.

And that's a business.  

Which now has profit margins.

And none of that is why I want to help.

Put down your coin, 

and the mental matrix that comes with it.

Let me simply help.

And if you help, 

then I can help you.

And that's how I want humanity to work. 

For a short story about how a help-based community would operate, click here.