You stood with many
to get in their face
They greeted you with
a fog called mace.
You flowered your hair
and beat the drum.
The blossoms have wilted,
ears have gone numb.
You preached to all,
make love, not war.
Now they don’t call it
a war anymore.
You occupied parks
with tents and fist fights.
Argued about permits
and God-given rights.
Please tell me where
the message got lost.
Was it at the Mall?
What was our cost?
Of flowers and drums
we’ll both take The Fifth.
Only the graveyard will
put rest to the myth.
by benny bell jr
Give peace a chance
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