Frontlines change. Sidelines complain. Headlines remain.
Soldiers defend countries. Citizens change the world.
The Hippies are hip to it now. We lived the 60s and turn 60. We had it right. Let’s get it right.
We lost the war. We traded boardwalks for boardrooms. We picked stocks over picket lines. We deserted Main Street for two car garages and chicken delivered rather than pot. We trumped the Jones and now we are Jonesing.
The children are watching. The grandchildren are watching. Seven Generations is more than a product line. Wow, is it two into seven already? We slept through how many alarms? Can’t complain to the management…….we ARE the management. How’d we manage that? Well, evidently not too well.
Lots at stake. Lots for sale. Lots sold out. We brought in. We gave ourselves too much credit. Way too much credit. Time to save. To save ourselves. To save the world we put in intensive care. We are the Doctors so quit the bellyaching. Aches and pains. Acres of pain as acres of nature fell to our need for speed. We fought the law and the law won. Almost. We became the law. We became the establishment. We out-establishmented the establishment. We waged and waged and waged. We gave away peace for a piece of the dream. Wake up, lovechildren. Wake up and make sure you are heard rather than herd. Rule. We rule. We rock. Rock on. Lock and load. All we are saying is Give Peace a Chance. Now!
Peace, Love, Dove, Motherfuckers.
We’re baaaaaaaacck.
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