Back In the Hippy Unhappy Sixties

When I was in high school,
late 60's,
we were concerned
about the ballistic lose/lose climate of hate
in Vietnam
and spreading across the U.S.

The only smiling winners
were purveyors of ballistics
and their transport vehicles.

Mistrust of an unfederating nation,
bought and sold elected
through polarized competitive marketing
lack of healthy and effective self/other governing bodies,
lacking investment vision,
lacking revisional prospects of cooperatively-held vocations
in nondualistic public/private service,
unhappily lacking transparent extended family attachments,
lacking courage of vulnerable dyadic and polypathic relationships.

But, in this post-millennial time
in global school of hard
multiplying
degenerative climate trends,
our crisis looms in intimately private
and transcendent public infamy,
internationally
globally transparent climates
of fear,
anger,
hate,
detachment and cynical degeneration,
mendacity and commodification,
win/lose business as usual
and capitalistic might makes winged patriarchs Right
with kleptocratic unhealthy privilege.

Forgetful
that each individual identity
born of EarthMother womb
and egg
began in win/win organically cooperative integrity;
Just as each individual multigenerational seed
was produced as some plant's future sanctuary of hope.

The trusting faith of a mustard seed
is active hope for climates of win/win health care,
giving outside
and receiving inside.

Neither the Vietnam War
nor the inhumane and sacrilegious 
kleptocratic War against ClimateHealth
could be Lose/Lose possible
with the Win/Win mountainous faith
of this liberal in love 
mustard conserving-seed.

Sadly,
most of the Hippies I knew
were more into ketchup
on their fries
while counting body bags
and lies.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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May 5, 2025 at 7:53 PM
i like ketchup. lots of text though. maybe if we all worked together, we could make a better ketchup bottle where the last bit of ketchup on the side would not be wasted
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