Monday, January 11, 2010
We rocked out to the Summer of Love,
To forget the assassinations,
Expressing in words and music,
The birth of our imaginations.
We were zero population,
Our idols died on a monthly basis,
Pro-choice but we kept our secrets,
Created the Afro and Chicano races.
We were determined to create a change,
All society, not just one thing.
Changed our minds, gave birth in our forties,
And we in the end, changed nothing.