Saturday, 5 July 2025

The Power We Make - Poem


 The Power We Make

We stand beneath a sunburnt sky,
With wind that sings and land so wide.
This ancient place, it gives us all—
Yet still we buy, and beg, and crawl.

They sold the lines that lit our nights,
They stripped our gas and offshored rights.
They built a grid for profit’s sake,
And left the rest of us to break.

But still we rise, from towns and farms,
With solar panels on our arms.
Not just the rich with roofs to spare—
But renters too, we say, “That’s fair.”

The coal they dig is not their own,
It’s yours and mine, it’s land and bone.
No foreign hand should take our ore,
And leave us cold, and paying more.

We do not ask for handouts here,
Just rules that serve the volunteer—
Who plugs into the nation’s dream,
To build a just and local scheme.

Let super fuel the future’s needs,
Not shareholders in shadowed feeds.
Let bonds be cast in common trust,
So power flows to all, not just.

We want a grid that’s run for good,
Where every worker’s understood.
Where First Nations lead on their own land,
And no one's frozen by command.

No more middlemen to skim,
No more deals cut dark and grim.
Let’s shine a light the whole land sees,
With power owned by you and me.


Because the future isn’t far—
It’s built right here with who we are.
Not bought and sold in silent halls,
But sparked in streets, and farms, and calls.

The sun is ours, the wind is free—
It’s time we owned our energy.

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