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Though they try,
With their deluge of bad
Real news,
To knock us over,
To drown us out,
A flash flood sent
To wipe our feet out from under us
And rip out our roots,
They didn’t count on us.
For we know who we are.
We know what we value.
We will not be swayed from our purpose.
We will not participate in our own drowning.
I’ve almost been drowned a few times already
(I bet you have too)
And each time we learned which way was high
and which way was low.
We found our feet
and lifted our heads above the water line.
They thought they could catch us
Pull us under again.
But they didn’t know that by almost drowning
We became the water,
Covering 71 percent of the Earth,
Sacred source of spirit,
Of life.
And they didn’t count on us.
Knowing what they’re up to
Seeing through their plan
Calling them out
Calling them on the phone
Everyday.
They didn’t count on us
Refusing to stay silent,
Saying no.
They didn’t count on us,
That we remember exactly who we are.
They didn’t suspect
that we know exactly where our feet are planted.
They didn’t guess
how deep out roots reach toward each other
Toward justice
Toward love.
They didn’t know
We are the water.
We are unwavering.