Ashes

It's a generational thing.

ASHES
25.11.81

SHADOWS LURK IN FORGOTTEN HALLS
WHERE FLOWER CHILDREN PAINTED ‘PEACE’
UPON THE CRUMBLING WALLS.
WITH THEIR BRUSHES DIPPED IN PAIN
AND THEIR LOVIN’ KISSES STAINED,
O, THE INCENSE STICKS THEY BURNED IN HOPE,
THE ASHES STILL REMAIN.

THE FIRE OF THEIR RESENTMENT SAW
A NEW RESISTANCE BORN.
A BATTERED AGE DEMANDED PEACE
AND SO THE MOVEMENT FORMED.
BUT WHERE ARE THEY WHO STOOD SO PROUD
AND SPOKE FOR ‘RIGHT’ AND ‘GOOD’?
THEY ARE LONG DEAD IN THE ASHES
OF PEACE AND BROTHERHOOD.

AND IN THE HEYDAY OF THE HIPPIE
SUCH INSPIRING SONGS THEY SANG
IN THEIR GROUPS AND IN THEIR COUPLES:
‘ALL AS ONE AND TO THE MAN
NEVER MORE TO BEAR THE CROSS
NEVER MORE TO SUFFER LOSS.’
BUT CHILD OF THE NEW GENERATION,
YOU ARE LEFT TO COUNT THE COST.

Kristofer