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Sixties, time of a noisy revolutionGenerations have come and gone, each of them will proclaim, They lived at the best time ever, their selfish claim to fame, However one decade will record a historical era of change, Teenagers everywhere decided it was a world to re-arrange. Living with a nuclear threat, with death in a mushroom cloud, They began to live for the day, and they shouted it out loud, Their music and attitudes, unconstrained by draconian rules, A philosophy spread like wildfire through colleges and schools, Many wars raged, for political ends they sacrificed the young, Now the world would hear them in the protest songs they sung, A peace movement was born with a universal need to agree, Sharing equality for creed and colour, with borders for the free, Music the common language, with new words invading the scene, It was a groovy time, where kids stood up for what they mean, Martin Luther paid the price for a world threatened by new “rights” Seeing a new future possible for a world cursed by political fights, Now we the Baby Boomers, somewhat resistant to change as well, Know the difference of what is true and what was a product of hell, The world's a safer place, but complacency now becomes our foe, Don't waste a sixties revolution, it showed the world where to go Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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