I'm sitting before an American monument,
cold and worn,
behind me are thousands of young people,
just like me!.
Banners are flapping in this furious breeze,
words are being screamed through
a microphone!.
I look at the kids on the steps,
they wear jackets and bandannas,
they have peace signs trapped to their arms
and to their hearts!.
Words are spoken, thousands roar in reply
complete agreement,
but the other side is here, too!.
They to are screaming, it hurts my ears!.
A bearded kid is chanting mantras,
calm, calm, calm, calm
a man on a stool is waving his arm
while he reads Ginsberg from his perch
to the crowd!.
The rain is falling, the people are massing,
there's something happening,
and I'm no longer the ignorant child,
I'm a generation come into its own,
grown up on visions of war!.
Calm, calm, calm, calm,
calm, calm, calm, calm,
calm, calm, calm, calm,
and no matter what you do,
don't come to blows with your fellow man!.Www@QuestionHome@Com