We the 60’s generation
Sought a world
In which Ginsberg and the Beats
Could live with us, their heirs.
Dylan, Baez, Kunstler,
King, Malcolm, Newton.
Steinem, Hoffman, Milk.
Gay rights, women’s rights, Black power
Free love, communes, peace.
Revolution!
We did not go mad;
We tried to change the world.
Our “best minds,” some say,
Deserve credit for Silicon Valley,
For global finance linking
New York, London, Singapore, Tokyo, Shanghai.
Drawing on the cultural momentum of the 60’s,
Their breakthroughs have connected the world.
And yet, we can’t help but be disappointed
That the promise of equality, harmony and peace,
Economic security and development for all
Was not realized.
Instead, a soft veneer of concern
Hides the hard edge of calculated indifference
To the slow, painful death of the poor.
November, 2018
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Harry The poem reads so beautifully and poignant!
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Very moving and wonderful too! A poem for our dreams, hopes and fears! Dare we fight on!
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Alvaader is alrihgt and I hope you see my comment above!
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You capture something sublime and poignant with this poem. And yes we dare to fight on!
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Say more about “sublime. “
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Sublime to settle into a historical moment…that I lived thru…and continue to.
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