of the hippie
era
is that everyone was happy,
everyone
was bright
and full of creativity,
drinking carrot
juice
and eating granola,
while strumming a guitar
in a green field.
everyone was wasted
on acid
and other drugs. it was
all about
peace and free love.
kindness and understanding.
long hair.
heroin and death,
the lost children
were
yet to come.
there were communes,
and festivals,
everyone danced naked
in the rain
and sun.
there was
no desire to make money
or massage
an ego.
the myth of those times
was that
the flower children
were sent out
by the gods
to change the world.
it was the dawning of Aquarius.
no more wars,
or racial divide,
no more hate,
just love.
looking back it all seems
hilarious
now.
a short-lived costume
charade,
covered
with dead flowers.
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