running from america

last night

i watched ez rider. . . .

and remembered

the war in america. . .

and many brutal incidents

in the late 60’s. . .

like when my friend guy

was beaten beyond recognition. . .

by state troopers. . . .

guy healed. . . .

and dared to stick his thumb out. . .

again. . . .

we were running from america. . . . .

lately looking into my neighbor’s eyes. . .

i wonder. . . .

are we grieving. . . .

who still carries the guilt. . . .

in wakeless hours. . . .

wringing hands. . . .

grinding teeth. . . .

yet never confessing. . .

501 nations. . . .

lumped together as hippy scum. . .

beaten into submission. . . .

we put down our beads. . .

picked up careers. . .

and abandoned the revolution. . . .

still some persist. . . .

heathens on the fringe. . . .

and those coming up. . . .

listening to dylan and eminem. . . .

sitting in front of a redwood. . . .

or guitar hero

shadesof

~ by francleablunt on October 28, 2009.

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