I depend on the bees, on the spiders and ants
On the bushes and trees, on the flowers and plants
On the air and the water, the moon and the sun
On my mother, my daughter, my father, my son

I depend on the buses, the trains and the roads
On governments, documents, bureaucrats, codes
On doctors and lawyers, on farmers and clerks
On reservoirs, pipelines and sewerage works

I depend on directions, instructions and maps
On fail-safe devices and frozen ice-caps
On the wind and the rain, on the seasons and tides
On nations and stations and great divides

I depend on the downtrodden, slaving away
Out of sight, out of mind, toiling day after day
On the grim occupations and counterfeit wars
Asserting our strength, bringing oil to our shores

I am not independent, this I can conclude
Alone, I have nothing, no water, no food 
No shelter, no safety, no comforts, no wealth
No warmth, electricity, transport or health

So, to think I need no one and nothing to thrive
When so many have worked just to keep me alive
Is naïve, and short-sighted and wrong altogether
We depend on each other, now more than ever