The summer of love. And fear and hope.
|Was It 1969?
We were so young that summer.
The sun burned hot on our bright colours
And the music drew us on to paradise
In certainty that love was all we needed,
A new world within our grasp.
Yes, we were children of the vaulting sky,
Building dreams from the ashes of yesterday,
Wearing innocence as shelter from the past.
It was never enough. Trusting, unwary,
We heard the call, the ancient trumpet
Bringing fear and doubt when war closed in.
As we sprang to arms, for and against,
Did no one raise a voice of reason,
Recalling that this was what we once rejected?
No hope we had in our fathers’ world
Yet still we chose sides, us or them.
The same old pattern ground us down;
We bowed the knee to new gods and idols,
Forgetful now, we made the same mistakes,
Discarded colour for the grey suits of ambition,
Allowed the dogs of avarice to steal the dream,
Keeping what never mattered and trampling
Our highest aspirations.
We were never as young as in that summer.