July 1^st, ‘12

O Canada

When I was a boy –

I was sure

God blessed our country;

We were the chosen few:

The place Christ sought

To return to –

To restore Zion,

Bring in a millennium

Of peace, we had

Peace keepers

In Cyprus and the Middle East,

Vast natural resources,

Pristine hinterlands,

An untamed northlands,

The most Rocky Mountains,

The first winter wheat.

Strong unions, the welfare state,

Assured health care,

Bi-lingualism, multiculturalism,

The best sea harvest,

Transcontinental transportation, communication,

And a just society.

But today –

There is no freedom

For the unborn;

Hate crime and bullying,

Religious freedom for the few,

Not for Christian peoples,

And we are at war

With Islamic militants.

Our gays, military,

Students and original peoples

Are suicidal. Liberals push

For Dr. assisted suicide

For our culture of death.

The counter culture is prevalent

As the number of jobless

And protesters and riots.

Our resources are depleted,

Nobody knows the end results,

Of pollution and pollutions

Of technology, of morals,

Or agricultural experimentation,

Or extent of medical,

And as the waters rise,

The crags aren't so high.

No,

If Jesus

Were to come back –

Today, I think

He would

Destroy the World

And we

Would make God

Justified

To do so

Oh Canada!