WHILE THERE'S STILL TIME

They add up zeros that no one sees
While your account never closes the month
They call merit what is inheritance
They call effort the luck of one time

Their profit is abstract
But your exhaustion is concrete
Their river never dries
Even when your land is desert

While there's still time
I raise this voice, this fist
It's not envy, it's inventory
Of what was taken from me, together

Nature is also tired
Of feeding those who never have enough
Every river, every plundered land
Is a receipt of repugnant profit

Their profit is abstract
But your exhaustion is concrete
Their river never dries
Even when your land is desert

While there's still time
I raise this voice, this fist
It's not envy, it's inventory
Of what was taken from me, together

We are not resource
We are people
We are not waste
We are urgent

While there's still time
I won't stay quiet
It's not hate that moves me
It's the refusal to accept the project

While there's still time
And there still is