This tyranny of distance
left us to fend for ourselves
The earth shaking
spewing deadly fumes
fire and ice
forces beyond
taming
Natural disasters
nearly killing the entire nation
century after century
Declared independence
no blood spilled
Our colonists
occupied by Hitler
— they had no choice
Our isolation was our salvation
until the big corporations of the West
smelled our naïveté
Like leeches they smelled virgin blood
Alcan, Bechtel, Impregilo, Alcoa, Century Aluminum, Rio Tinto
First they take our nature
next they take our economy
and then, and then they take our independence
We are the high tech aboriginals of the North
The $ beads they gave us
have lost their short term value
We sacrificed more then was ours to give
and we will pay the price
of forsaking the only thing that shaped us
into who we are
—that gave us all our riches
We have forsaken our very own nature
And she will not spare the glass cities
The beads could have been
seeds of a sustainable future
—it still can
If we learn to listen to voices
of glaciers
of waterfalls
of the hidden people
of the oracle in our heart
We can still give the spoiled beads seeds back
before they turn into parasites
beyond our control
