Some Danced Down Lanes, In That Hippie Holocaust
Some Danced Down Lanes, In That Hippie Holocaust
Thoughts of those days when so many felt all was lost
some danced down lanes, in that "hippie holocaust".
O' horror, long hair and showing too damn much skin
with some so set, simply young at heart could not win.
Some did their best to accept needed and good change
but not when demands were, "burn up the entire range"!
Thoughts of those days, when so many felt all was lost
some thought, destroy hippies at any and all cost.
Now with hindsight, we can see they were not so bad
and much of it was just a short, rebellious fad.
Changes they brought were ripe fruit, born of ancient trees
as they rode with youthful joy those turbulent seas!
Alas! When far too much seemed to come far too fast
those with cruel stone-set hearts cried, this can not last.
History now shows much of it was not so bad
New life, was the right of any young girl or lad.
Yet those screaming out of deep, darkest gloom and doom
wanted no such greater freedoms from birth to tomb!
Alas! When far too much seemed to come far too fast
Many demanded we sail ships with nary a mast.
We in turn, chided them as being just old fools
older than dirt and as stubborn as old farm mules.
Looking back one has to laugh, for both sides were wrong
life is more, it is an ever evolving song!
Reality shows clear errors and so much more
we look back and see why young ventured far from shore.
For it was there, they could with freedom, sing and dance
shed old skins and revel in love's treasured romance.
Thus history tells, new was sought, from olden way
within that path, "hippy free love", had come to stay!
Reality shows clear errors and so much more
Life oft then went wild as hell, no longer a bore.
We lads saw the beauty of scantily clad girls
their legs, lips and sweet curves more precious that pearls.
O' what a great time to be both young and alive
so much new freedom, on its spirit we did thrive!
Thoughts of those days when so many felt all was lost
some danced down lanes, in that "hippie holocaust".
O' horror, long hair and showing too damn much skin
with some so set, simply young at heart could not win.
Some did their best accepting needed and good change
but not when demands were, "burn up the entire range"!
R.J. Lindley,
July 17th, 1986
Rhyme, (A Look Back At Hippie Generation)
Note- Presented as was written, almost thirty-two years ago, with a few very minor edits made early this morn. Primarily to correct syllable count.
1. "hippie holocaust", a derogatory term some used to insultingly describe the the new generation's refusal to walk in the same old tired paths they had tread. A view backed only by bias, hatred and fear of change.
2. "hippy free love", a term used as either an insult (by those resisting this new freedom in regards to sex and love) or as an expression of joy, freedom and spirited new life when described by those a bit more enlightened..
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
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