Protest

the 60's and 70's
a blur of confusion
death was always near
the end of the quiet
the start of the loud
assassinations!
spit on the soldiers 
riots in the streets
nothing has changed
except now the overly pampered 
protest over nothing
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Kinsley Avatar
September 4, 2017 at 2:14 AM
Society will never be content, and there will always be humans who will never be also, regardless of circumstance. This is why you have people in the US who ardently complain about frivolous issues, such as a grocery store being sold out of their certain type of product or someone cutting them off in traffic.
Croft Avatar
August 17, 2017 at 11:43 AM
This is so true in our society now.
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