In Amelo

A tale of the Earth's eighth continent

West of Vancouver and east of Tokyo
Lies the continent Amelo
In which George grew up rough
Always good with fists and stuff

Where plantations make a country rich
Used up slaves thrown in a ditch
A gangster playing the knight-errant
A poor beauty playing the witch

Where there are people who aren’t human
With rocky lines that jut
Where goons hit you in the gut
Sent by an elected nut

George got in a gunfight
Freed two slaves (who were white)
They went together to the wild city
As he’d lived so would he be