Joe told me that poetry can be beautiful
for beauty’s sake and speak of love
and roses and all that jazz
but it can do more
you can be like Dylan and Seeger
speaking up for what you believe the world
could be and try to capture the
losing of dreams we must strive to keep
Now is the time for youth to make an army of guitars and
chant in the singing wind
Where are the answers? Return the answers in truthful breeze.
Can we blow them into a poem of anguish and angst
that wakes the social justice sleeping somewhere in this land?
Where we too complacent, distracted with our dreams
to see the arrival of the Hollow men?
(c) June Perkins