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
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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The caste system our ancestors fled has been replaced
By an equally cruel one, based on money and race
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