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Thursday, 4 April 2013

The Sixties

The Sixties were a time of hope,
As people did naively grope
For something better than the past,
Nailing red colours to the mast:
Not seeing the frosty feet of clay,
The underlying brutality.

The Soviet Union was a con,
Yet where are we now it's gone?
The thuggish greedheads range full free
And force the people to their knees.
No ideas challenge them today,
No fear to curb their self belief.
The worship of the Golden Calf
Is back to give us endless grief.

On a similar topic: jimi hendrix

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