How Can We Be Free

A city on a hill
Far back and just chill
This place that we call home
A wonderful place to roam

The green trees
The humming bees
The Canada goose
Our majestic moose

Though with resplendent appearance
Our country may be
Our own existence
Forgotten you see

Tortured and slighted
Murder not righted
Who will save us from despair
When those in power just stand and stare

Our culture regarded as primitive
Our ways thrown in a great sive
How can we be free
When those outside can not see?

We flounder and drown ourselves in booze
After all, what have we to lose?
How can we be free
When those outside cannot see?

Hunger and lust for power
Who can see the beautiful flower?
Down so low
How can it grow?

This land is beautiful
This landscape fresh
Our people though dutiful
Forever oppressed