Turn around, look around, what do you see?
A lot of people sleeping under trees.
Turn around, look around, at all the people
living in the street, right next to me.

Turn around, look around, look at me,
eatin' grapevine soup, drinkin' dandelion tea.
Turn around, look around, what will you do,
turn your head 'til it happens to you?

Turn around, look around, look again,
the foe is here now, rising from within.
Your pockets are empty, you have no friend,
and no where to go to hide from your foe.

Turn around, look around. Awake, hear my plea!
For it is not some land far across the sea.
Turn around, look around. Listen to me!
'Tis the home of the brave, land of the free.

Joan Meadowlark Stanton, Copyright