FREEDOM

The youthful days when the liquid flowed and the smoke clouds wafted,

The new ages were 'blottered' in living color when they were drafted.

The minds were all changing along with culture and tradition,

The youth spoke loudly and clearly, protested, and petitioned.

No cares in the world, defying a society as they boldly spoke out,

They spoke of love and freedom as they protested about-

The senseless killing in a land far away from their life here.
   
The contradictions they lived were not really clear,

So much haze was in their souls and health food they ate 

No rules, no clocks, no destiny, no boundaries, and no hate 

Did they change the world or did the world change their life?

No Cleavers or Ozzies, or families with a stay at home wife.

The journey they took with cobwebs spun through clouded mind,

But many years later at the end what do we find?

The youthful days of of oblivion, psychedelics, and living free

It seems they have come full circle ending where they ought to be.

Is there regret for the defiance and stance that was took?

As youth they were brave and bold and it was the world they shook.

The war in the Viet Nam rang loudly of freedom mostly for me and you,

 NOT only the freedom in the land across the oceans so blue.

Our freedom became alive in so many ways and in so many voices,

The crazed out youth opened the door for liberty of personal choices.

The real war was here in our backyards and streets, 

The photo of Kent State was so bittersweet.

The gunshots, the riots, the peaceful sit-ins all had a place,

The great men assasinated and the warriors maced.

Youthful days of as the liquid flowed and smoke clouds hung thick,

The loud voice of the gunshots as the blood spilled make us sick.

The generation that opened the doors for Kennedy and King,

They hadn't a clue, their defiance of society allowed freedom to ring.

So now I ponder did we come a full circle or did we

 Take a new path to end up where we should be?