We reclaimed the land, so rich and old,
Though smaller than what we were told,
We fought the evil, who was strong,
But in purpose, he was wrong.
He fought for the truth he’d been told to find,
But when looking, he was blind,
He ventured through the rainy woods,
But all he found was our clan hoods.
Through reason and doubt with all it may hold,
It’s a wonder to us why it isn’t old,
Canadia was enslaved for sometime ,
But this evil was new and unlined.
There is a greater threat somewhere,
Not elsewhere, but hidden here,
If we don’t watch our back,
The threat may come out and attack.
