When the seas rise and we all see the curse
Those at the top still sit at summits and discuss
How to make growth, and how to get an edge.
World leaders are just actors on a dying stage.
They beg us and scare us into getting them in power
So a little more of our earth they can cozily devour
Development they use to wash their hands of blood
Hoping to bewilder by lights, while we wait for a flood.
Governments, they portray, are what people make
Sort the pieces and see, the state is only a barricade
To keep profits going up while the people fall
To keep us quiet and make us the glass wall.
Today they proudly sell resilience measures,
While creating disasters looking for treasures.
They tell me to stand strong on poisoned soil,
While they strive hard to turn water into oil.
Save a system so broken that it has to drill
Make enough small changes, and you can still
Have a world to live in if you just preserve the order?
Why do they come then breathing on my shoulder
When I ask for the details of their plan to save us all.
Why the threats of jail, why the spies on my wall?
Why is land snatched from people living there?
Why do they want to sell what we all share?
Is wilderness disappearing so fast to ensure instead
Of asking where it went, we ask if it really existed?
Why do they work to make me to forget the forests,
Accept neat gardens in their place or accept arrests?
Why do they offer mountains in slabs of stone,
Why sell me in pieces what in whole was my own?
I woke up with questions and stepped outside
And found the state watching, every step and stride.
Police screamed at me, they’re here for my protection,
While whispering to me about my dangerous intentions.
They can take everything away, they keep reminding
While on our very shoulders precariously standing.
Do things, say things, you have the right they say,
As long as we do it conveniently out of the way.
The more they try to scare us the more we see
How shaky, how afraid they really have to be.
Behind the uniformed terror network they cower
Trying to crack even those holding pens and colour.
They’re scared of simple questions, simple voices
If you’re silent today, question your choices,
Do you repeat to yourself the comfortable lie
Getting involved has a personal cost too high?
Don’t you see if you can’t live fearless with eyes open,
You’re paying with yourself to keep the world broken.
Join us, or we’ll fight for us and fight for you too
Simple tricks of ink can’t save the vast blue.
