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.
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