I have to go now or I'll start thinking about Herr Harper and his gang of "greedtards" and end up in a reeely bad mood.
Relic, I just can’t let that volley be.
In a land First Nations used to call The Great Mother Earth
Written by Chaparral
2007 5 25
2005 hrs – 2155 hrs
To the tune of ‘CLAUDE DALLAS’
By Ian Tyson.
In a land First Nations used to call,
The Great Mother Earth,
A storm came brewing from the east,
It squandered all good will.
It turned bad to good, n good to bad,
Soiling family dads n motherhood.
It swamped the poor with tax on tax
And then called down the west.
For many years social strife prevailed
Wrought by special loves.
Some were kept, as favoured ones,
While many more indulged.
Those who dared to breath the air
Of decent, good and fair,
Were shouted at and shouted down
By lap dog toady thugs.
By the time the gale had been corralled,
The land was hard to see
Obscured by discord, much distrust and deep disunity.
Disunity, disunity.