Roots of Karametra - When The Roots Run Deep

Used to buy dinner from a flickering sign Microwave plastic and a sugar-red line Now the rooftop green with the beans and kale Tomatoes climbing up the old rust rail Peppermint tea in a mason jar cup Grandma say, “Eat what the earth grow up” Kids in the garden with dirt on they knees Learning more truth from the soil than screens Everybody sick but nobody slow down Fast food lights in every broke down town Health is wealth when the roots run deep Good food, sunlight, and a little more sleep One more garden in the neighborhood lot One less poison in the cooking pot Ohhh… Feed the people right… Ohhh… Bring the body back to life… Collard greens simmer in the iron pan Squash vines crawling through abandoned land Rainwater dripping in the bucket line Herbs hanging drying by the window vine Big corporations selling sickness for gold Keep the people tired and dependent and cold But the elders still remember what to do Garlic, ginger, broth, and a healing stew No miracle cure from a TV screen Just hard work, fresh food, and community green Cook slow… Breathe deep… Sunlight on the skin six days a week One more bed in the vacant lot Turn dead space into a feeding spot Health is wealth when the roots run deep Fresh air, clean water, and a little more peace One more garden in the neighborhood lot One less poison in the cooking pot Still growing food in the warehouse light Still feeding souls through the long hard night Ohhh… Bring the body back… Ohhh… Bring the spirit back…