Warmongers

Generations of warmongers spew their lies outward into the waiting abyss of greed as the adult throng of drones buzz the factories and the farmlands, carpenter ants wasting the bounty of mother earth. And we ..children of the flower children screamed “Hell NO we won’t go!” We burnt draft cards and bra’s freed from the tit by the acid dreams of Leary we rose, ran, flew, with flags on our arses. On campus’s we marched bandana’ed brethren, fuzz busters picket carrying freedom fighters, a blaze with a hatred for everything and every one establishment… and the establishment killed. Killed its own children at Kent State and got away with it. As napalm dropped over naked children in Vietnam, the Dawning of the Age of Aquarius rang from the rafters of Broadway. Naked as the day we were born coated in the honest to God mud of a farmer’s field in Woodstock, we danced. And we still marvel that Nero fiddled while Rome burned. Where are our children now? Still fighting ..still drones, still bombing Still ‘liberating’ the oil fields around the world. Still raping mother earth. And the beat drones on…………..