I’m to write 50 songs in 90 days.
Here is the first. Short enough that I won’t get killed if someone decides to take offence.
O People of America
You must now understand
The Constitution isn’t yours
It belongs to everyone
And since it first was issued
From the mighty pens of men
How many hopes have risen
and been dashed by it again.
There’s little in the words that I take issue with,
but when I see what boughten courts have done
I’d like to have a chat with Thomas Jefferson
And ask him if he’s proud now freedom’s gone.
And well I know the answer
That old Tom would give to me
Who is the boughten traitor?
Will you fight for liberty?
I’d say I’m a poor Canadian
How it hurts my heart to see
My neighbour’s house is burning
But I must quiet be
O people of America
Most righteous people find
The Constitution is a gift
To all of humankind
And since it first was issued
From the mighty pens of men
How many hopes have been cast down
and yet they rise again.
Later – I did manage to get 520 words written. That and two loads of laundry, I’m a good little doggie.
