A William Blake poem comes to mind, only two minutes into Mate's talk.

Sadly, so many who were forced off the land began to drink...

Dr Gabor Maté | "Finding your authentic self in an inauthentic world"

https://youtube.com/watch?v=TW8mc6xLtp8&si=1E7Vb1GqVgQAhdsY

The poem is

"Auguries of Innocence" by William Blake | Poetry Foundation

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43650/auguries-of-innocence

The Winners Shout the Losers Curse
Dance before dead Englands Hearse
Every Night & every Morn
Some to Misery are Born
Every Morn and every Night
Some are Born to sweet delight
Some are Born to sweet delight
Some are Born to Endless Night
We are led to Believe a Lie
When we see not Thro the Eye
Which was Born in a Night to perish in a Night
When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light
God Appears & God is Light
To those poor Souls who dwell in Night
But does a Human Form Display
To those who Dwell in Realms of Day.