David Mello
Wearing flowers in our hair we marched in bannered groups— locked arm in arm for safety, singing common protest songs. We stood strong together. Fought for causes that were real civil rights and women’s rights and all that was unjust. Reached out to help the poor. Joined in to feed the hungry. Burned our bras and draft cards too. Prayed for peace throughout the world.
In the endwe all searched for something. One by one— was our job ever done? From ‘61 to ‘69 those years were not so kind. In nearly half a century— how much has changed in time?