it was a holy tree
hewed to the ground
used for the ugly sin of racism
ugly head of gottahavesomeone to hate
holy lives so confused
“Who is winning the human race?”
the writer penned and
“We lived each moment
like it was the first,
or the last,”
reflecting on the ’60’s revolution.
It was a revolutionary revolution
nearly bloodless
save for Kent State
Hippies don’t die they just fade away
their victories were
civil rights for blacks
women’s rights, including choice
an illegal war came to an end
even so
the people’s revolution came to an end
thru trickery
and propagandizing the unawakened
“Hold on Sloopy,
we’ll be there soon.”