(for flower children
gone to seed)
the party's over
we children are tired
of government games
& na na names
following leaders
& being told NO
let's leave these littered
corridors of power
& smoke-filled rooms
we're sick of so much
cake & gassy pop
that fattens just for slaughter
growing bodies need fresh air
& wholesome fruit
ought never be forbidden
let's go naked hand in hand
back to our forgotten garden
& sing for joy
& YES why not
before & after sleep make love not war
(Wm. Blake: GLAD DAY - Albion Rose or the Dance of Albion)
