Green Olived Cans
Nineteen hundred and fifties poor
Canned spam and powdered eggs
Olive green cans of war surplus
Hand me downs were simply rags
Toys were non-existent
Twigs turned an imaginary joy
Silence became a fortress
Escape for a speech impeded boy
Practiced duck and covers
Communism is on the way
A race to capture a shiny moon
Amid the racism of the day
Alcohol was the numbing flavor
Before the devil brought us crack
Dreams were within hand reach
Vietnam was on the rack
Not much has really changed
The world an unforgiving mess
One wonders if God is watching
And will we pass his wisdom’s test
gkl2010
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