Richard Nixon said:
Let's recognize these people
for who they are -- the same thugs
who've always been against good
god-fearing Americans.
When Fred Hampton died in his sleep
on that west-side Chicago naked mattress,
December 1969 bit its lower lip.
That blood wasn't real, that blood
was from Bonny & Clyde.
Mi Lai bodies & god bless America
is what the poets sang.
What grand project
for the transformation and purification
of the world?
What back-break dreams and half-baked
ideologies fell that night with all that rain?
The Weather Underground,
an armful of bourgeois punks
driving to the mountains
for target practice.
When the people rioted in the streets,
fire-bombed the city offices,
the unofficial statement of the Weather Underground:
We didn't do it
but we dug it.
He said: I'd say that's the one
point in my life when I was
overwhelmed with the heaviness of it.
Everybody on the Left said, No,
this is only going to last
a few months.
The citizen's commission investigated the FBI,
hippie-acid smiles and
there's no end in sight.
Feels like winter in America.
Vietnam, Watergate, recession,
Ronald Reagan.
Feels like winter in America.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment