1968
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1 min readMay 3, 2018
A year beyond easy recollection.
A hard year hard to tell.
Dreams, assassinations, paranoia.
Many feet pounding streets.
A freight train of events
smashing into consciousness.
Familiar faces falling, fallen.
A call to arms. A wail of sirens.
A whistling past graveyards.
Bombs bursting. Blown minds.
The sucking vortex of Vietnam.
The murdered trees of Paris.
The oppressed parks of Prague.
The burning barriers of Berkeley.
Many places in a blazing moment.
A moment meant to be seized,
slipping from frustrated fists.
An explosion of alternatives
killed by authority and entropy.
A year of unfulfilled promises.
A year beyond easy recollection.
A hard year hard to tell.
