A Piece of Life – © 1970

A Hippie Protest Poem. Apparently I hated Pollution, Democracy, and the President!

A Piece of Life – © 1970

A piece of life seems dear to all.
But not at all to me.
They fear to drop that piece, to fall,
And nevermore to see.
The beauty of the wondrous world.
Pollution makes them sneeze.
The flowers, trees, and flags unfurled
In ruffling battle breeze.
The Institute, Democracy
A farce, it’s plain to see
Protects from graft and tyranny,
But where’s our liberty?
Everything is wonderful,
But sides are more than one.
The grass is green, the sea is full
I’d like to see the Sun!
The sea is full, I’ll grant you that
But full of what, I ask
Of garbage, cans, and old dead rats
To clean up, what a task!
The grass is green, and all that guff,
But what else have we found?
It’s much more rubbish, trash, and stuff
Decaying on the ground.

Excuse me Mr. President
I didn’t mean to prod.
Your Magnitude is evident,
Forgive me Mr. God.

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