i remember you best at the peace demo streets
we were all wanting harmonies /survival)
they are thin as our hair/but they still persist
while the wars 1000 bodies devour
The only weapons we shared were our laughter
you with guitar/her with her songs
(it was a miracle we are still here)
Song Of Experience said old wise Mr Blake
(we believed /everyone was a prophet)
Now the streets are for police /and our memories
are strip searched and mined for nostalgia
Was it our youth that sent us out so
pure with a passion for living?
Somewhere in time,we became free verse and rhyme
became extinct as our "peace,love and freedom!"
Endless as wars /bottomless black budgets
even if we spoke,we are sidelined
for jobs are the bait that traps youth with a gun
to kill others as their only occupation
and its no longer draft that makes for hard rain
it is the prospect of paid volunteerism
Talk with the young though ipod and ipad
they see only laptops as dancers
i remember you best when we all walked for peace
We got age/perhaps a slight wisdom
Memory a hotel/we check out early
leave the room empty for the next generation
will want to remember their bravery soon
We are all here under one moon
Only some will be leaving us soon
wanting to be remembered,too..
FOR ALL CIVILIANS
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