A poem recited on the first anniversary of the American-British invasion of Iraq outside the Canadian Parliament, Ottawa, Canada
THAT'S REGIME CHANGE - THE FIRST SO FAR!
O Maple Leaf O Maple Leaf
Please go ask your mighty chief
If it is still his firm belief
To banish pain and offer relief
Remind him that we always claim
That the UNO is the only game
When Blue Berets go dowse the flame
We’re full of pride in Canada’s name
We live in peace and war abhor
And that has been what we stood for
When Bush and Blair rush into war
We stand our ground and them ignore
We’re sovereign folk that’s who we are
Go tell the south we are at par
And there in Spain look at Aznar
That’s Regime Change the first so far
So Maple Leaf do tell me why
When F 16s from way up high
Maim Arab kids and cause them to die
You lose your tongue and never cry
I wait in vain for such protest
I hear a whimper feeble at best
To blame both sides like all the rest
And bury the shame deep in my breast
These are the kids who lost their land
And had to pitch their tents on sand
And live in rags as a motley band
Won’t you extend your caring hand?
O Maple Leaf O Maple Leaf
I look at you in disbelief
I ask of you my Maple Leaf
To end their death and our grief
Dr. Ghanem – Ottawa - Canada
O Maple Leaf O Maple Leaf
Please go ask your mighty chief
If it is still his firm belief
To banish pain and offer relief
Remind him that we always claim
That the UNO is the only game
When Blue Berets go dowse the flame
We’re full of pride in Canada’s name
We live in peace and war abhor
And that has been what we stood for
When Bush and Blair rush into war
We stand our ground and them ignore
We’re sovereign folk that’s who we are
Go tell the south we are at par
And there in Spain look at Aznar
That’s Regime Change the first so far
So Maple Leaf do tell me why
When F 16s from way up high
Maim Arab kids and cause them to die
You lose your tongue and never cry
I wait in vain for such protest
I hear a whimper feeble at best
To blame both sides like all the rest
And bury the shame deep in my breast
These are the kids who lost their land
And had to pitch their tents on sand
And live in rags as a motley band
Won’t you extend your caring hand?
O Maple Leaf O Maple Leaf
I look at you in disbelief
I ask of you my Maple Leaf
To end their death and our grief
Dr. Ghanem – Ottawa - Canada
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