You cannot afford her
You cannot imagine
What she means to us
When you turn your eyes on her
We see your dirty heart
We need her and she stays alive
In our years of greed
And shameful quiet
She holds the clay
Embodying our root system
No we won’t defend her
We love her because she terrorizes you
She who defeated your borders
Claimed a million homes
She grows
Scattered rose of the island
Warrior in the garden
Priestess of the raised fist
Mother of our radical delights
You cannot afford her
She lives inside us all