The ten amendments by Wayne Morrison

As we sign this petition
For our attrition
We prepare for the fights
To gain our rights
With this blood on our hands
We make anew these lands

They tried to take our religions
They tried to make our decisions
In these new lands
We toil with our hands  
To make things fair
Unlike the kings lair

We must make selection
Of our weapon
To prevent harm
We must bare arm
To prevent another king
We must do something

As the british beckoned
We quarter the unwelcomed
No more
We'll show them the door
No longer in peace
You'll give up your feast

This is our land
No longer in kings hand
When effects are seized with doubtfulness
Then by oath is it unlawfulness
What is owned
Without permission cannot be loaned

There will be no denial
To free trial
Every person will receive justness
Before a court to deal justice
There will be no defiance
To the right of silence

Each trial shall be dealt with speed
For this is a need
Each man shall know of what he is accused
For the prevention of any to be confused
Before the public
In this republic

Even with civil crime
The jury shall be on time
Even with money
The tried will have company
Because this is a court of law
Not one of flaw

As for the accused
None shall be abused
For it is cruel and unjust
This we can trust
Even in strife
We must respect life
 
Even what's not within the constitution
Shall be respected in this institution
Even those that are not explicit
And not illicit
For the ones immoral
There will be no quarrel

But for the government
It's power has limit
It has restriction
By this depiction
To ensure it is legal
By will of the people

With these ten
Rights have been given to men
To ensure our land
Falls not into tyrants hand
To ensure peace
To let it increase