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Apr 2017
Long past
That
Time to dispell
Chronocolonization
Of a complication
That
Rose up in
My generation

I'm not toten
This
Frickin weight
No more
Gonna knock it..,
DOWN
STOMP IT
Into the ground
And then...
When
I am finished
Sweep it out
The door

It was a ......
MADgical time
As ...we...re re..
Realized
That life
Could be ...
....a ....
Box of ******* jacks
If WE WERE
Willing
To forget the prize

Seeking out lives
WITHOUT
all those comp
Complications
WE WERE ...
the ....
drop out
and TUNE in
generation
Me and that dial
Spun with ....
FREQUENCY
I just
never
found the station

But I more than
Earned
What I learned
So ...as far as
I am -
and ever will be
CONCERNED
It would be
A far far
Different
WORLD....now
Were the tables
Not turned

I can
I can look back
Past
time-worn decades
shuffle those
torn ,tatteered and ...
dog-eared cards
play that hand
before it fades

Smiling
as it goes by
In ...
Psychedelic parade

MAYBE ....
maybe that dream
that seemed ...to be
WAS...just
passion of youth
and pure fantasy
As just the hope ..
and honesty of
Totally effected me

So no
I will not...
smash and sweep
There is
good and bad
In all memories
We KEEP
SO....
someday...I may
Take a faithful
That faithful leap

As I try
To find
A means
Amends to convey
That ...
WE WERE NOT
rebelling against you
Our parents ...in any way!

The fact is
WE heard you
speaking
to each other
or friends
In hushed tones
When
WE WERE
Toddlers to TEENS
About how YOU
THE GREATEST GENERATION
came home to be
Pushed and torn
between
Your dignity and
The new AMERICAN
reality
As the rise
Up
Of the...Military
Industrial machine

You did not
Know
What you were
Part of....
THEN

COGS in the disease
That new cognitive insolence
Of RICH and greed
driven men

We've gone a long way
To be still mired
In that same ...
...nightmare

WE may have had
Some
Instinctual vision
Of the pressure
Induced
That must ...have
Left you confused
as you were forced
to make us leave
And in silence you
Had to grieve

And though time
Did mellow all pain
As we sought out
a reprieve

And now though
it must be said
WE
must have felt
the words
As well as
Heard your pain

To go
from the greatest

The greatest generation
To become
The next wars slaves
Confused
Not sure what to do
So WE WERE
Your voice ,your rebellion
We were inspired
To stand up
the way you wanted to

YOU gave us life ....
WE gave you voice !!
Keith W Fletcher
Written by
Keith W Fletcher  63/M/Oklahoma
(63/M/Oklahoma)   
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