I thought I’d extend the metaphor- spoken word style.

The vocals in the zip are dry.

Thank you to Clarence Simpson for the inspiration for this.

WORDS-
As the wind blows…
Twisting
Swaying, twisting, tangling, twisting,
Shaking, twisting, dancing
Distorting
Corrupting
Twisting
These branches- twisting
Supported by this root
Firmly planted
It’s taproot sucking the marrow
The core of our existence
The core, the core
Spreading up, spreading down
Spreading up, spreading down
Firmly planted in the ground
Growing thicker and wider
As we, fearful, complacent
Disillusioned
Hope dying by the day
Fearful, complacent
Disillusioned
Hope dying by the day
Resistant to believe what could be
If we, if we
If we would only believe
In our power
In our strength
In our power
In our power to strike
To strike the root
Where the root meets the ground
The tree will crash
Corruption collapse
The taproot will die
Only to feed the people who have survived.
If only we the people
If only we
The people…
Strike the root…
Etc…