Counterculture

A generation of sons flown overseas Those left at home rendered mute although screaming for truth and peace Left with no choice but to oversee Spreading of disease among youth rapidly increase A deadly illness called counterculture swept the country without warning Tired of political impotence at nightfall, protest across the nation by mourning Acts of war in Vietnam intolerable, change must take place Led by an entire student body whose brothers blood was worn on its face They created a movement noble and united Change meant improvement, they were hopeful, excited Heard around the world, society absorbed the message Today, such municipal singularity is now just a vestige Today we restrict variety, Walking listless and indentured in self-defeating so-called morality, sobriety But in a society that has destroyed all adventure, the only adventure left is to destroy that society Our elders attempt to teach us piety, faith, passion Instead we worship fashion We deify rebels and martyrs, markers of insurrection A growing counterculture with no greater direction With no greater direction, we hypocritically march into battle Vegans fighting animal cruelty, riding leather saddles Only feeding their suppressors, they themselves become the cattle With no greater direction we use stones against castles We have many ways to speak but in very few are we heard Resistance feels futile, all attempts petty and absurd Powerful voices led the youth's first revolution, Lennon and Hoffman among many But few look to these leaders for advice, if any For change today, we need to draw from that past In order to obtain a purpose which now is scrambled and crass I believe in change, and I believe we have a chance I believe that we can and will be heard across an even larger expanse I believe today's battle can yet be won "You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one"