they smashed the revolutions of the sixties with batons and shields
in running battles on countless fields
and crushed the heart of free love
towards a greater good
where love is not free nor easy to see
a steel hand sits in washington and london
and grasps the reins tightly
atop piles of gold like a dragon of old
our pawn lifes are traded and sold
and we know
but are powerless to fight it
now a generation of youths
with no direction
feral
roam the streets in plastic suits
and violence
and you wish your kids were hippies
but it's too late
the bums lost
and all is not good or great
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