We all live in a watershed

And we’re marked

Tapped as change agents

Transitional generation, we

Not set as before

Not set as will be

But readers of the trouble

The world’s A to Z

‘Cause somebody’s trouble

Sounded a horn

And some people’s story

Plateaued with wrong

So we excavators descend

And do and dig until

The top soil of ugly

Reveals a doughy underneath

Of “why is there no hope”

And “where can we find peace”

And the scuttlebutt happens

Happens necessarily

And inches out a nice new terrain

Of a new new day, happily

Proof that we may not need said

We all live in a watershed