Canada Land of the Free
Canada land of the free, that is what my papa said to me
when I was just a little girl sitting on his bouncing knee
We grew up strong we group up brave we had no fear
in this fertile land of love and peace no enemy to spear
Then one day we apparently received an unwanted gift
causing division/separation, Government subsidiary rift
The world roiled forward not knowing whom to trust
news, science, God, experts, Gov. it all turned to rust
New laws, rules, segregation, all this didn't make any sense
if we were good we'd got more freedom & some recompense
if we were bad, we were called the walking zombies, really?
this, from an intelligence source? an army of tough but steely?
What happened to my free will and my corner store 5 cents candy?
my dad was an immigrant, no book smarts but oh so very handy
Today we got experts who know it all, give a s....but don't know tit
is this the end of the world papa? or just the start of a new summit
First it came from China, then it came from bats, I don't give a rat
I just want to be free again, not know where it is nor where its at ...
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2022
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