“You say you want a revolution.”(Revolution, The
Beatles)
The
sixties.
A
new revolution.
A
cultural one.
Rock
and Roll.
Elvis
played.
Then
the British invade
With
beatles and animals.
Later
monkeys and turtles.
They
brought the mind tripping psychedelics
And
doors that opened perceptions.
Sex,
drugs, and colorful hippies
Danced,
Played,
Down
and dirty in the streets.
Tune in, turn
on, drop out.
Sit
down and listen.
Watch.
Hear.
Music
fests brought new freedom and rebellion.
All
seemed far out.
But
no one knew.
The
next part of the decade saw great defeat
And
great victory.
The
descendants of the slaves
Started
marching after an incident on the bus.
If
it’s worth fighting for
Then
they must put in the effort.
They
stood up for their rights as equals.
Martin
Luther King Jr. spoke on the mall of his dream.
An
amendment was passed.
Segregation
ended.
Vietnam
exploded.
Armies
were sent.
But
things became a lot worse with the new president.
The
hippies found a cause to believe in.
They
grabbed signs and protested.
They
stood up to their government
As
they preached peace, love and rose colored glasses
With
flowers in rifles.
News
became valuable.
Putting
faces to the casualties of war.
“Our
men are being killed!”
“We
must bring them home!”
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