A Brief History of the Land of Opportunity

A long time ago 'twas, ships set sail For in England and on the Continent Certain folks were doomed sure to fail They were Puritans, the 'wrong religion' Or hewers of wood, down on their role Like drawers of water, low on the totem pole They came to Massachusetts and sunny Virginia Uncharted lands, filled with large dreams Where they'd find a way for their plans and their schemes Sadly, some died, in the harsh clutches of winter Other pulled through, a-hunting and fishing Planting maize and potatoes, Thanksgiving-wishing They'd escaped the caste system that had kept them down In "New England" they built farms, orchards, and towns ********** Now the years have whizzed by, over 400 in all We descendants no longer stand so proud or so tall The caste system our ancestors fled has been replaced By an equally cruel one, based on money and race