Copyright 2006 by Jessie Leigh Gagnon

See the smog through vagrant eyes.
What's happened to our wayward skies?
The skin of the earth is clogged and gray.
Tell me where we'll go to play.
We've been screaming for many years,
Those who now are brought to tears.
When the power's out of equal hands,
We no longer love our lands.
Buildings powerful make our laws,
The dollar pushes all our flaws.
Everyone needs to take a step back,
Only together can we get on track.
Men in green are burning youth,
While men in black make up the "truth."
Tell me who is growing flowers?
Who is counting down our hours?
Who holds hope deep in their hearts?
Who won't see that truth's in parts?
United we must actually stand,
To reform our broken, warping land.


On this planet, we are all wanderers…