Once upon a time, or so the story goes
my Boomer generation, not so long ago
felt the fairy's cry to become Comfortably Numb
so we caught a fleeting glimpse
out of the corner of our eyes
as we flew on flower power and venerated notions
hopes helped along the way by so many magical potions
regaled we swooned adrift as Dylan, Leary and Lennon
gave us spiritual, plaintiff platitudes

We begged the "Man" to Give Peace a Chance
because everybody was talking about
revolution, evolution, regulation, integrations,
United Nations, congratulations
we only wanted a world afloat
upon a peaceful plane

We fell for the naïve notion
of the Fab Four’s All You Need Is Love”
they were saying nothing we could do
that was not already done
blindly we believed...
it would be easy


So we flew Over the Hills and Far Away”
as mellow was the man
who knew what he was missing
many, many men, then
could not see that open road
where a world would be much better
when all men shared the load

Now look at what we’ve become
for what we once were beaten
we fell for the American Dream
where the family at the table
lost the battle to Wall Street's call
the individual only mattered
the family lost after all

We made a boomer's wasteland
are you proud of what we’ve done?
So we waste away these waning days
a man in the crowd with the multicoloured mirrors
on his hobnail boots
Happiness...
Is a Warm...Yes it is...
Gun”

12/08/2013

Posted on 12/08/2013
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