I Hear Crickets

Title: I Hear Crickets 2

We call up for some answers, we dial the public line,

They hand us polished papers with a pie chart and a rhyme.

They build more rows of servers, humming like a hive —

But when we ask “Who profits?” all we hear is crickets

Lights on in the night, fans whirring like a choir,

Promises of jobs and growth—boxed in corporate wire.

They say “resilience, speed, and local innovation,”

But the Q&A’s a whisper, and silence is the noun.

Crickets, crickets — that’s the sound

when truthful answers don't abound.

We shout for clarity, they hand us brochures bound.

Crickets, crickets — chirping under neon skies,

We want straight answers, not a dozen alibis.

“Why here?” they say, “We need power, fiber, water and lots of low-cost land,”

Sure, there’s construction paychecks, some engineers on call,

But tax breaks slide like butter — who catches them when they fall?

Water’ tables getting low and grids are feeling strain,

Communities get meetings, then a thin and tidy claim.

Local roads and rooftops, the billboard’s optimistic,

But when we ask for numbers, the room gets acoustic.

Crickets, crickets — echo through the hall,

We ask about the carbon and the jobs that are lost.

Crickets, crickets — chirping like a spoof,

Give us the ledger, not just PR on the roof.

(Bridge — spoken, tongue-in-cheek)

Reporter: “What are the long-term gains?”

Official: “Security, efficiency, economic multipliers, workforce development, climate resilience, synchronized paradigms…”

Reporter: “So… jobs?”

Official: “And synergy.”

(Beat)

Crickets.

(Verse 3 —

What about the war?

Across the seas the headlines bleed, the maps are red and blue,

They speak of strategy and liberty — and we say, “Is that true?”

We ask about objectives, who’s paying, who will come back whole,

They hand us careful language, then silence fills the role.

Young folks sign enlistment, vets look for steady care,

Families want the endpoint, not slogans in the air.

We ask for where it’s headed, what will war actually cost,

But answers turn to tumbleweeds — and crickets keep the frost.

Crickets, crickets — in the briefing rooms at dawn,

We want reasons and a timeline — not a vague and velvet yawn.

Crickets, crickets — chirping you'll get no answers here,

We need straight answers, not bureaucratic crap.

(Bridge — witty aside)

If data farms are feeding apps and streaming grandma’s shows,

Do they store our every click and search and watch where we go?

And if wars are fought for freedom, or for oil, or for land,

Tell us plainly please, because we the people always pay the costs.

(Verse 4 — hopeful)

We don’t want perfect policy, we want honest talk instead,

Numbers on a table, cost and benefit well-read.

Show the cooling tech, the grid upgrades, the jobs that pay a wage,

Explain the checks and balances—no PR for the stage.

Insist on community seats, on audits and on light,

So servers serve the people and not just corporate sight.

And for the wars — let truth be the currency of choice,

So families and the voters can make an informed voice.

(Final Chorus —

key change)

Crickets, crickets — now we’ll swap the sound for speech,

Answers, please, not riddles; let transparency be within reach.

Crickets, crickets — fade like last night’s spin,

We’ll keep our questions honest till the daylight lets us in.

(Outro — playful)

So leaders, take a microphone, and spare us the double talk

Give us plain spoken facts — were tired of listening to the crickets.

[Cricket Sounds as the song fades]