"sixty-eight"
I can't say I understand what happened in sixty-eight. I woke up late and shared a confession about laughing in all the wrong places.
I had a band that happened in sixty-eight. I played till late and did more than one session with people who felt like me.
But how do we feel now? And when will we start waking up in time to be free for good!
We made a lot of love in sixty-eight. We challenged the hate and assumed the position for youall who knew us best to be in hell for the rest.
But what about the test of eighty-eight and twenty 0 eight and who's the decision for or who do We leave sixty-eight to?
The work of a generation was begun in sixty-eight. We started a song and embraced a lesson about lifeing in all the socalled wrong places.
But don't judge a song as yet unsung! For sixty-eight was only a beginning And fate is only an aginning for those who will sing and dance to the hope from sixty-eight.
A poem written in the 80's in anticipation of the day of today. For those who understand and for those who wish to understand.
Peace,
cb (Carlos Summers)
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