Friday, February 7, 2014
Our ethics discovered in folk songs,
We trusted they sang the truth;
Won battles blended from the past,
With fantastic new dreams of youth.
The lyrics of the protest songs,
Planted us firmly on solid ground…
We were bulldozers marching to freedom;
Elusive liberties, we've still not found.
Aging, defecting from the race,
It is time to pass the baton…
We drop it on to a vacant track;
Seems the values and dreamers are gone.