Hair Wars

Long ago in a time far in the past, lived the people called Hippie.
They were a strange people with flowers, long hair, and songs in the air.
An active group as they were bold, having their ideals and demonstrations.
Make love not war, was their social cry. Burning draft cards and bras their fun.
Tune out and turn on was their goal in life, taking all their social day.
Some did drugs, others drank booze, most did both without fear.
Groups had sex times a plenty, many different partners in a night.
Life was good; life was grand, no cares at all in Hippie land.

But all was not well in their land of bliss; reality began to sneak in.
Kent State shocked their Holy Land, leaving survivors unbelieving to see.
Bad things can happen even to Hippies; many still live with their tears.
Soon after came flashbacks from drugs taken freely, who could have known then?
Even worse were the ones who could not endure, choosing to end their own life.
Even free love had its high price, coming in their future near.
Group sex ended suddenly in mid stroke, just as someone yelled AIDS.

That was not all to befall the Hippies, placing them on the endangered list.
Time caught up with all its virtues, stopping their revolution in mid sentence.
Long hair turned gray and even fell out, something they could not imagine.
Abuses past were treated present, by doctors in the nasty establishment.
They can hardly remember the causes the chanted, some cannot even now hear.
Each wonders if the phone will ring, hearing someone who says I’m your child.
So were the days of love and laughter, when every Hippie ran wild.

Such was the life of the people called Hippie, in their age of changing times.
Sometimes the past comes back to haunt them, but GOD I want to go back.