WOODSTOCK GENERATION
Woodstock Generation where are you now?
Three days of peace and love,
An ‘Aquarian Exposition.’
A war to stop,
dirty rivers to clean,
an older generation to straighten out.
Wasn’t three days of peace
and love
supposed to be.
three weeks,
three years,
thirty times three decades?
Woodstock Generation you saw,
unborn in mind’s eye,
a world of peace,
each looking out for the other.
Sharing,
caring.
Clean water,
clear air.
Woodstock Generation where did you lose the plot?
70’s, 80’s, 90’s?
Kids to raise,
paying for
‘A little box all made out of ticky-tacky.’
Woodstock Generation,
what the hell happened?
You have become the people
you warned your children about!
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When did your vision get foggy?
It was so clear,
‘Mystic crystal revelation.’
Did you sell out
or
were you bought out?
Your grandkids are cryin,’
talkin’ ‘bout tryin’ you
as environment vandals
for burnin’ the planet
like a sausage left too long on the barbie.
What happened Woodstock Generation?
You touched the moon,
now touch the earth,
touch hearts,
stop the tears.
You talked the talk,
now walk the walk.
Woodstock Generation,
stub out your joints,
get off your bean bags.
Crank up your old L P’s,
show us Aquarius,
‘The minds true liberation’
Woodstock Generation,
show us,
old hippies never die.
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Then tell me please,
Woodstock Generation,
where are we Now?
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