too quiet here
I need all the amps and energies
the barefooted hippies again
the buses painted in peace signs
and all those flowers
man
how I miss the angels
standing in front of the National Guard
planting daisies in their m-16s
those cotton dresses sans underwear
flowers in their hair
their wild eyes lit with
hope
the lucky red-eyed long haired dudes
strung out from the rallies
getting the benefits of free-love  philosophies
I wonder
can I remake Woodstock in a town so void of feel
or an America so greedy now??