New Canadiens
by James Loy Mcallister
They nearly engaged the doomsday machine
with pictures they took on the way to the moon
Mother, brother and I, to Wisconsin we fled
and not the last time cursed the bloody cold war
I won't let them take my son
We're the new Canadians
Ordered to stay on the isle of my birth
My father stood at the eye of the storm
Again he was changed by the gun in his hand
and we returned when the missiles were gone
I won't let them take my son
We're the new Canadians
I won't let them take my son
We're the new Canadians
We fought the "Great War" in black and white
We watched Vietnam on the TV
With the Marines the corpsmen must go
and I to my mothers home town for 6th grade
I won't let them take my son
We're the new Canadians
I won't let them take my son
We're the new Canadians