Wherever people stand in line to buy chemically concocted food / that poisons our waters, and our children, and our neighbors / and no one is effectively sued
You won’t find me / You won’t find me there / You won’t find me / You won’t find me there
Wherever they sell what’s made overseas / by those strapped to factory lines / without strong standards to ensure fair labor / just so you and I can save a dime
You won’t find me . . .
Wherever they sell us gifts and food / under layers of eternal plastic / that can’t be recycled, and can only be discarded / and we pretend that this is fantastic
Won’t find me . . .
Wherever we stand and wait for planes / dumping carbon into our sky / Remember, today’s travel can harm tomorrow’s children / It’s not okay to frequently fly
You won’t find me . . .
You won’t find me / You won’t find me there / You won’t find me / You won’t find me there / You won’t find me there / You won’t find me there
