No crown but ours shall govern here,
No strangers rule with gold or fear,
No plow but ours may slough the loam,
No prow but ours slash the spume,
No hand but ours may bind our kin,
No gods but ours proclaim a sin,
No law but ours may stay a blow,
No hand but ours may draw a bow,
No men but ours may hunt the land,
No sons but ours bear sword in hand,
No word but ours shall we trust,
No flags be flown except of us,
No land but ours do we demand,
No more than what we have farmed,
No strangers slaving on our soil,
No man unpaid or forced to toil,
No heroes praised but ours alone,
No other kin but our blood and bone,
No strangers to tell us who we are,
No obedience to any foreign laws.
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Sunday, July 27, 2008
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Mark my words!!!
This is gonna cost you 42 days under El One-eyes crack down upon terrorists - sorry - I meant his own peoples!
Welcome back, sir!
There is unrest in the forest,
There is trouble with the trees,
For the ebonies want more sunlight
And the oaks ignore their pleas.
The trouble with the ebonies,
(And they're quite convinced they're right)
They say the oaks are racist
by grabbing up all the light.
But the oaks can't help their feelings
They like the way they're made.
And they wonder why the ebonies
Can't be happy in their shade.
There is trouble in the forest,
And the creatures all have fled,
As the ebonies scream "Oppression!"
And the oaks just shake their heads.
So the ebonies formed New Labour
And demanded equal rights.
"The oaks are just too greedy;
We will make them give us light."
Now there's no more oak oppression,
For they passed a left wing law,
And the oaks are less than equal
By hatchet, axe, and saw.
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