ARR 1988 - Flipbook - Page 73
Where Have All the Flowers Gone?
We are the children of
a generation plagued by profit.
acoustic breaths of hope
have cleared no milk from
the eyes of time
as shrouds gather about us
ideals and movements hang
sterile,
while thirty-second stimulations
(brought to you by our sponsor)
butcher promise.
there are echoes and oases
patchouli taunts a tomorrow
razed by weapons,
as our government
subverts a third of
our planet.
Ric Cole
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