The Day the Movement Died
December 6, 1969
It was the time of peace and love
With hippies everywhere
The Woodstock of the west was held
And all the greats were there
The Rolling Stones played Altamont
Hell’s Angels on the stage
Protecting them from rabid fans
Who’s fervor can’t be caged
And when this man, this rabid fan
Tried to mount the stage
The Angels met him face to face
And an altercation waged
They grabbed the guy and took him down
And as he lay there on the ground
They pummeled him with fists until
They stabbed him and the world went still
Those were the days of peace and love
Ruined by the push and shove
Make love not war the hippies say
The hippy culture died that day
The movement and music did not comprehend
That this was the beginning of their end
Mdailey 12/6/11
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