The Cremation of Law

This was for an English class that I wrote in high school. We were assigned to write a parody of a nursery rhyme. When the first one that I'd written, Ode to Frank and Bill, was threatened with a failing grade, I wrote this instead.

Frank and Bill went up the hill
Two totally single men
They wept to the skies, not to their surprise,
All law is against them

Without any sound but tears on the ground
Along with the Charter of Rights
All they will teach is against freedom of speech
New days are cold, cold nights

No you may not say what you want
In this fascist democracy
Yes this is dumb all this freedom
But it's a prison, don't you see?

Some don't accept the reality and depth
Of our modern day and age
They hide and run under our black sun
And bottle up all their rage

We can have no free will, Constitution be killed!
But destroy my Canada too
I was born as free as my family tree
Give shackles 'cause shackles aren't due

The pain, the pain, the deafening rain
Pours down on us and we drown
My rights be denied, I might as well die,
But I shall not without a sound