Licences to have babies incidentally is something that I got in trouble for some years ago for suggesting even in Canada that this might be necessary at some point, at least some restriction on the right to have a child.
quote by Maurice Strong
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A Tribute To Canada Revised
Canada is home to the Roccky Mountains
Canada is home to the golden mine
Canada is home to the Fishery in dustries
Canada is home to the oil industries
Canada is a land that was made for the refues from all over the world
That came here to start a new lives also
Canada is multicultural
Canada stand strong and free
Canada is my home also and I am proud also to call Canada my home
Canada is home to thte seaguls and the robyns
Canada is home to the foxes
Canada is home to the wild bears
Canada is home to the deers
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Trouble
Trouble came around here
Here in the south we fix something to eat
Steam risin up off the greenery
And we welcome the strangers we meet
Alien sick growing in these walls
Like moss in a crack that time made
I brush a guy in the airport
Whistling its a small world after all
And the prices are higher
But the kids still selling lemonade
Get to the point of it
(get to the point of it)
Get to the sense of it
(get to the sense of it)
Im in a hurry
To get through it
I am in trouble
(I am in trouble)
I am in trouble
(I am in trouble)
A hurricane flag flappin in a bad storm
Same color of the spider underneath my nail that bit me in my dream
And who would take out the dominican republic
And send gods sweet children floating down a poison stream
A secret society of conference rooms
I pledge my allegiance to the dollar
And when the clergy take a vote oh the gays will pay again
Yeah cause theres more than one kind of criminal white collar
So get to the point of it
(get to the point of it)
Get to the sense of it
(get to the sense of it)
Im in a hurry to get through it
One day the war will stop
And well grow a peaceful crop
And a girl can get a wife
And we can bring you back to life
Sacks of flour and rice or poker chips
Greasy palms or systems underhanding
(...shelter...)
And maybe well take a walk on pluto
Yeah but be no closer to the understanding
(...what I wish...)
Get to the point of it
(get to the point of it)
Get to the sense of it
(get to the sense of it)
Im in a hurry to get through it
Yeah
I am in trouble
(I am in trouble)
I am in trouble
(I am in trouble)
I am in trouble
(I am in trouble)
I am in trouble
(I am in trouble)
Trouble
(trouble)
Trouble
(trouble)
Trouble
(trouble)
Trouble
(trouble)
Ah
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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God Bless Canada
This land strong and free
God bless Canada
While the sun shine across the sea
God bless Canada as we sing this song
God bless Canada
We stand together united as one
God bless Canada
Our hopes have never died for you
God bless Canada
We carry the flame with us in a long journey
God bless Canada
The eagles will soar high above the sky
God bless Canada
We show our true colors
God bless Canada
Our peacekeepers working together to bring peace home
God bless Canada
Home sweet home to us all
poem by Aldo Kraas
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See Babies Crying
I see babies crying
For their older brothers
And no one will ever know
If they'll be home again.
But babies don't you cry
Dry those frosted eyes
Look up in the heavens and say
We need you GOD today.
I now hear babies talk
As they learn to walk
Unto two, as from four
Then they're sent to war
But babies don't you cry
Dry those frosted eyes
Look up to GOD and say
We need you Lord, today.
So babies don't you fear
No need - for a couple of years
So let's see a baby's smile
Until they turn to tears.
I hear babies cry
As they learn to die
No one will give a listen
No one will ask them why
For they are sent to school
Then they're learned to talk
Then they are given guns
Then they're told to walk.
I now see babies walking
As they carry guns
I don't see babies talking
For they're not having fun.
But babies don't you cry
Lets see a cherry face
Come on babies, smile
Filled with GOD's grace.
So babies don't you fear
No need for a couple of years
Let's see a precious smile
Then we'll see your tears.
For i know why babies die
I know why babies cry
I now know the answer is
No one asks them why.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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No More Trouble (feat. Erykah Badu)
[Bob Marley]
(We don't need) No, we don't need (no more trouble) no more trouble!
(We don't need no more trouble)
Wo! Oh-oh-oh!
(We don't need) We don't need no (no more) trouble!
We don't need no trouble!
(We don't need no more trouble)
Make love and not war! 'Cause we don't need no trouble.
What we need is love (love)
To guide and protect us on. (on)
If you hope good down from above, (love)
Help the weak if you are strong now. (love)
We don't need no trouble;
What we need is love. Oh, no!
We don't need - we don't need - no more trouble!
Lord knows, we don't need no trouble!
(We don't need) We don't need trouble (no more trouble) -
no more trouble - no more trouble!
Seek happiness! (...) Oh, ...!
Come on, you all and speak of love. (...) Oh, yeah!
We don't need no trouble;
What we need is love, now. (What we need is love!)
(We don't need) Oh, we don't need no more trouble!
We don't need, no - we don't need no trouble!
We don't (need) - no, brothers and sisters ... (no more trouble!)
We don't need no trouble; we don't need no trouble!
We don't need no trouble!
What we need is love!
We don't need - we don't need no more - we don't need -
no more trouble - we don't need no more trouble!
Trouble we don't need (we don't need),
(We don't need) Lord, knows! -
we don't need no more war (no more trouble).
No more trouble - we don't need no more - more trouble! /fadeout/
song performed by by Bob Marley
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Sadness into one Heart
Sadness into one Heart
as child we look up to our
elders we teach from them
watch the steam a rose bloom
that is how a child bring up
to watch the sadness of child
bring tears to the parents
we shine for a while now these
days we watch our babies grow
up but some children are still
a child them as they still babies
themselves child heart beats
little heart wonder how there
future holds when you walk outside
all I saw is buggies everywhere
to see the sadness of a child
is not ready to be having a baby
on themselve prayers go out
to them and strenth they would have
sadness by a child and a parent
poem by Annamaria Bicego
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Trouble
Trouble in the city, trouble in the farm,
You got your rabbits foot, you got your good-luck charm.
But they cant help you none when theres trouble.
Trouble,
Trouble, trouble, trouble,
Nothin but trouble.
Trouble in the water, trouble in the air,
Go all the way to the other side of the world, youll find trouble there.
Revolution even aint no solution for trouble.
Trouble,
Trouble, trouble, trouble,
Nothin but trouble.
Drought and starvation, packaging of the soul,
Persecution, execution, governments out of control.
You can see the writing on the wall inviting trouble.
Trouble,
Trouble, trouble, trouble,
Nothin but trouble.
Put your ear to the train tracks, put your ear to the ground,
You ever feel like youre never alone even when theres nobody else around?
Since the beginning of the universe mans been cursed by trouble.
Trouble,
Trouble, trouble, trouble,
Nothin but trouble.
Nightclubs of the broken-hearted, stadiums of the damned,
Legislature, perverted nature, doors that are rudely slammed.
Look into infinity, all you see is trouble.
Trouble,
Trouble, trouble, trouble,
Nothin but trouble.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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I know a child
I know a child,
11 years old, and slices her wrists,
I know a child,
whose name is Elizabeth.
I know a child,
12 years old, and has a pervert daddy,
I know a child,
whose name is Maddie.
I know a child,
13 years old, and wants to die,
I know a child,
whose name is Ty.
I know a child,
14 years old, and came face-to-face with death,
I know a child,
whose name is Seth.
I know a child,
15 years old, and pregnant with a baby,
I am the child,
whose name is Sami.
poem by Sami Woodall
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What Is The Point Of Life
What is the point of life if it is just disappointments?
What is the point of life if we are just going to die?
What is the point of life if we just get divorced?
What is the point of life if we just get in trouble?
What is the point of life if we are just sad?
What is the point of life if we just fight?
What is the point of life if we feel pain?
What is the point of life if we just hurt each other?
I know what the point of life is!
the feelings i have for the one i truly love.
poem by Jacob Gifford
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A Babies Simple Smile
A babies simple smile
So Innocent and pure
A babies simple smile
All my Sadness it can cure
A babies simple smile
Incapable of fraud
A babies simple smile
This leaves me feeling awed
A babies simple smile
This fills my world with light
A babies simple smile
Oh how I love the sight
A babies simple smile
It’s a blessing I am sure
A babies simple smile
May it never be obscured
poem by Raven Nevermore
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A War Over There
It seems they are always having a war somewhere over there,
And the loosing side is calling the UN to come and take care,
Sometimes it’s religion, sometimes it’s national or even tribal,
And the UN makes an announcement as though they are liable.
Certain UN members are then expected to go forth and win,
Otherwise it could be a UN diabolical sin,
Canada is among those states that they are inclined to choose,
No referendums, plebiscites, propositions or reviews.
They refused to let Canada in Security Council place,
Not politically correct enough though right in our face,
Has the UN became more trouble than we deserve?
Could we pull out of the UN or do we have the nerve?
poem by James Bredin
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Perceived insults
In the list of human indulgences,
‘perceived insults’ rank high in personal irresponsibility:
it’s when you take offence on behalf of another
whom you hadn’t spoken to, anyway, to ask them..
as for instance, insulting a teacher’s intelligence
by suggesting that she has acted out of malice;
or insulting a small child by suggesting
that his name ‘Mohammed’
given him by his parents,
is itself an insult to the Prophet;
what a luxury for the holier-than-thou,
the whited sepulcres, and those who use
perceived victimisation by other faiths
as a tool of their aggression…
well, you get the drift…
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Trouble In Paradise
Huey lewis
Billy's home, he just got back from la.
Plenty of lines but nothing to say.
Said i, seen this movie and it don't end nice.
Looks like trouble in paradise.
He used to be cool he used to laugh a lot.
Down at the brothers in the parking lot.
Now he's sick, and he's scared and he's paying the price.
Trouble in, paradise. (trouble in paradise.)
Momma said he always was so nice.
(trouble in paradise.)
American son he's not very old.
An american dream that's never been sold.
The smile on his face is just his last disguise.
We've got trouble in paradise.
There's a scream inside that shouts: here i am !
Some people say: we've got to do what we can.
Me i don't know you see i've been there myself once or twice.
Trouble in, paradise. (trouble in paradise.)
Momma said he always was so nice.
(trouble in paradise.) we've got trouble, hey
Five long years since i wrote this song.
Many people dying, so many gone.
Take one more, coming still as good advice.
Trouble in, paradise. (trouble in paradise.)
Momma said he always was so nice.
(trouble in paradise.) we've been troubled, yeah, yeah
(trouble in paradise.)
(trouble in paradise.)
Hey,
Trouble in
song performed by by Huey Lewis And The News
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Wrestling A Foe
To wrestle a foe is suggesting a crime,
May werewolves regulate our passes,
This time no help is at bedtime.
Your nation lies ahead as we climb,
May strangers lurk in the dark gases,
To wrestle a foe is suggesting a crime.
Combatting the burden on our mime,
May dangers damage the glasses,
This time no help is at bedtime.
Yesterday, the day was like the lime,
Will they not be sour and sweet as lasses?
To wrestle a foe is suggesting a crime.
May today ask for sentences as longtime,
Yet the nights swing in masses,
This time no help is at bedtime.
The darkness eventually arrives in the meantime,
Selling effort over as if in classes,
This time no help is at bedtime,
To wrestle a foe is suggesting a crime.
poem by Naveed Akram
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War Babies
See the white clouds roll in
Spirits lying next to me
Catch the wildflower falling
Its the wound that never bleeds
Hear the sirens calling
Spinning out their show
Hold - the moment close to me
Take it down too slow
Be mine, be mine, war babies
Be mine, be mine, war babies
Can you still keep going?
Shattered pieces left inside
To face the final, knowing
That theres somethings you cant hide
Be mine, be mine, war babies
Be mine, be mine, war babies
So will the force let go?
Or will the phantoms stay?
Let the foreteller be your sight
- it feels like somethings happening today
Some shames like no other
And nothing feels the same
Nothing feels the same
War babies
Be mine, be mine, war babies
Nothing feels the same
War babies
War babies
Nothing feels the same
Be mine
Be mine
War babies
Written by : kerr/burchill reproduced without permission
song performed by by Simple Minds
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Canada Our Home
The following response to ' Canada, our Home,' was given
at a banquet of the Caledonian Society, Ingersoll.
In responding to the sentiment, 'Canada, our Home,'
perhaps it would be appropriate to point out the prominent
and distinguishing characteristics between the land of our
nativity and the land of our adoption. In this Canada of ours
we have no bonny blooming heath, no banks and braes covered
o'er with daisies and gowans, no fragrant hedges, showering
down white spray in the May time, no whin and broom,
prodigal in their gayety of yellow flowers ; no hills
nor glens, where fairies gambol in pleasent and harmless sport ;
no grand ruins of ancient cathedrals and castles, no feathered
songsters like the mavis and blackbird.
Full oft we did enraptured hark
To heavenly song of the sky lark.
But Canada is a young giant in its infancy. With the noblest chain
of lakes in the world on its frontier, and the most magnificent river,
the St. Lawrence, this land also possesses the largest fertile
wilderness on the globe ; but it is one which will, o'er many years
have passed away, blossom like a garden, and where naught but
grass and flowers now grow in wild luxuriance, soon the
husbandman will plow and sow and reap a rich reward in yellow,
golden grain.
poem by James McIntyre
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Come on babies
come in babies let's get is all anew
the witches down burned
they never really learned
they never really knew
how to get it all anew
come on babies let's go on all anew
let's turn the leaves on the brighter side
let the page that grieves be torn to hide
old pain not to pierce again
old hearts not to be beat in vain
come on babies forget your fears
turn old years to a happy new year
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Where I Was Born
Even though the streets are dark
I have no trouble finding my way
and even without the use of eyes
I can see as clear as day.
I’ve been walking these streets
for what seems many years
and there's been few changes,
but nothing is as it appears.
Often people don’t acknowledge me
and treat me as though I’m not here,
and then someone will look surprised,
but why this isn’t clear.
The house on the corner is where I was born,
and there’s my granddad closing the door.
Now that’s unusual I’ve not seen him for years,
I think I was three or four.
He looks exactly the same
and he still has that same suit on.
It still looks as good as the day it was bought
even though all that time has gone.
My mum and dad are coming down the street
with a babies pram and they’re laughing.
I’ll have a look to see who the baby is,
why it’s me and I’m coughing!
poem by Orlando Belo
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Canadian born
We first saw light in Canada, the land beloved of God;
We are the pulse of Canada, its marrow and its blood:
And we, the men of Canada, can face the world and brag
That we were born in Canada beneath the British flag.
Few of us have the blood of kings, few are of courtly birth,
But few are vagabonds or rogues of doubtful name and worth;
And all have one credential that entitles us to brag--
That we were born in Canada beneath the British flag.
We've yet to make our money, we've yet to make our fame,
But we have gold and glory in our clean colonial name;
And every man's a millionaire if only he can brag
That he was born in Canada beneath the British flag.
No title and no coronet is half so proudly worn
As that which we inherited as men Canadian born.
We count no man so noble as the one who makes the brag
That he was born in Canada beneath the British flag.
The Dutch may have their Holland, the Spaniard have his Spain,
The Yankee to the south of us must south of us remain;
For not a man dare lift a hand against the men who brag
That they were born in Canada beneath the British flag.
poem by Emily Pauline Johnson
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The point of mythology or myth is to point to the horizon and to point back to ourselves: This is who we are; this is where we came from; and this is where we're going. And a lot of Western society over the last hundred years - the last 50 years really - has lost that. We have become rather aimless and wandering.
quote by J. Michael Straczynski
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