It's 1967 and I'm feeling alright.
We're flooding the streets now. Colors, flowing hair, and little cares for anything but the things we care about.
Peace! We want peace! They're saying, and I join in. A man is playing the guitar and singing one of Bob Dylan's anthems.
"For you who grew up tall and proud, in the shadow of the mushroom cloud,
convinced our voices can't be heard, we just wanna scream it louder and louder and LOUDER
WHAT THE HELL ARE WE FIGHTING FOR?!"
I'll protest with you darlin', because this isn't the world that I wanna see. This isn't the person I wanna be.
Listen Here.
Claire - I'm glad the creative writing assignment with music gave you some inspiration!! Sometimes that is all we need. I like where this is going...enjoy reading it.
ReplyDeleteKeep it up!