"I Pity the Country"... Willie Dunn , 1971


I pity the country, I pity the state, and the mind of the man who thrives on hate
Small are the lives of cheats and of liars, of bigoted newspress, fascist town criers
Deception annoys me, deception destroys me, Bill of Rights throws me, jails they all know me
Frustrated are churchmen, saving-of-soul men, the tinker, the tailor, the colonial governor
They pull and they paw me, they're seeking to draw me away from the roundness of the life

Silly civil servants, they thrive off my body, their trip is with power, back bacon and welfare
Police they arrest me, materialists detest me, pollution it chokes me, movies they joke me
Politicians exploit me, city life it jades me, Hudson Bay fleece me, hunting laws throw me
Government is bumbling, revolution is rumbling, to be ruled in impunity, it's tradition in continuity

I pity the country, I pity the state
       and the mind of the man who thrives on hate"