Protest Song Composed in the 1960s when I worked for the then Department of Manpower and Immigration in Ottawa.
Arise my fellow workers won't you come and stand with me,
To the grand House on the Hill for your pride and dignity.
Where we'll protest unfair measures ruining work and spoiling leisure,
And summit a worthy letter to Authority.
Of injustices unprecedented, human rights unrepresented,
Promised progess, - lies invented and growing misery.
Of Government unrepented, management intransigented,
Worthy work inconsequented and widespread apathy.
Of wasted time, careers lamented, in a service decadented,
Lame excuses hard cemented, workers contracts contravented
Problems growing unrelented ad infinity.
So arise my friends and workers, won't you come and stand with me,
To the grand House on the Hill, for your pride and dignity.
For our complaints are strong and valid, and our causes sound and just.
But it can't be few alone, it must be every one of us.