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Barb Ryman: Music/Listen

Take

(© Barb Ryman)

 

Purple mountains majesty

Oh, my country ‘tis of thee

I weep

 

Strong and powerful

So capable of being more

Than the bully down the street

No one wants to meet

 

And it’s time we faced

We’re a nation built upon

The principle of “Take”

 

We took the land and we nearly killed

All the native people who could have been

Our saving grace, pray their wisdom may still

 

From Africa we sailed the ships

With families taken by the whips

Divided, cursed and worked

Against their will

 

And it’s time we faced

We’re a nation built upon

The principle of “Take”

 

Now a new form of slavery

Consuming things we think we need

And the powers get fat, our credit bleeds

They want to keep us that way, oh, oh

 

Addicted to oil, drain Earth dry

Wage war and send our children to kill

And die so we can get our fill

Oh, oh, oh

 

Purple mountains majesty

Oh, my country ‘tis of thee I weep