I wrote this addition to William Blake's Jerusalem many years ago. It always seemed to me (singing it) that it needed another verse, and the sentiments are a bit old-fashioned. This brings it up to date a bit.


And shall the joy be thus confined,
Cease at the bounds of England's shore?
Shall minds be closed and hearts unmoved
While mute starvation pleads for more?
This must not be, we shall fight on -
Our love extend, our greed destroy.
Then truly shall Jerusalem
The whole world o'er shout out her joy!