A poem-turned-song that captures the powerlessness we so often feel in the face of giant corporations like the fossil fuel industry, and the strength of communities when they joing together to take action.

No one believes me
How could you not want
This tonic
That helps you not see
This depraved society

If you never play
Then no one can say
"Stop believing in fairies
The world doesn't work this way"

I want to see my face

Etched in another

I want to know the people

Who shaped my mother

I eat, but what for?

The hole I feel is not in my belly

It’s next door

I grieve for the fact
that we were led to believe
that happiness came from taking
more than we need

Your edge is where you find the answers The ledge is where you jump Into the deep Awake from sleep

The answers are found By putting bare feet on the ground By hugging the trees and studying the ants By admiring the leaves and how the bees dance

We turned our cheek

When the politicians would speak

Of economic growth, GDP

Things that don’t measure happiness

But we did not see, the duplicity

Sometimes a trickle Sometimes a torrent Sometimes a place of quiet reflection Sometimes a place of joy and content