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How do I feel?
Tired.
Weary.
Above all…
Disappointed.
Sickened by the ‘righteous cause’
the bloody waste,
the endless wars.
You see…
I grew up in an era of peace and love
and ‘ban the bomb’ logos on T-shirted chests.
Anyone on their way to Haight-Ashbury
were told to wear flowers in the hair…
The ebullience of the San Francisco idyll
reached the backwaters of southern England
- something in the air –
And for a while, I was blissfully unaware
that it was all merely an illusion…
napalm-seared children ran in confusion
from burning villages while John sang ‘All you need is love’
but for the morally bankrupt, love is never enough
and as yet another political flag unfurled,
the dead and dying littered the fields
to the strains of
‘What a wonderful world’
But that was then and this is now…
So, where is the love? Where is the peace?
I have become a cynical man
where once I bought into Lennons’ plan
and dared to share Dr. Kings’ dream…
only to find things are never how they seem.
If only we had tried harder…
If only we would listen
to the dreamers and visionaries
instead of killing them…
How do I feel?
Tired.
Weary.
Above all…
Disappointed.
Kevin Wells
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Tony Jolley (9/11/2008 11:34:00 AM)
I can't very well better Viola's comments.... but lots of pathos and genuine sadness in your voice. Dr King and Gandhi were right and still are. Seems the world is going two ways: people who are retreating from it's mainstream to get back to basics: just read in the NYT that individuals: ordinary citizens are getting together to buy and work farms, both to cut out the middle mean and protect the environment, but to get back to what is real and tangible... versus an ever more cynical and rapacious commerce with a Janus face. I share you disillusionment when you look globally.... but looking closer and there are people just like you who care, who want out, who want to re-invent community in the belief that we are here for more than work and war. You are by no means alone... but you are rare in that you have an eloquent voice with which to express it. Tony |
Viola Grey (9/7/2008 2:03:00 AM)
the beginning and the end are so openly honest...and the middle, so profound...you have expressed yourself perfectly...great work |
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