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Rocking Horse People
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And Time Goes By In those years, we came dreaming
of peace, long horizons, and freedom;
we gathered together hearts,
thoughts, and freedom songs
and told our message to the world.
Rising at last to face an ever-elusive
establishment, scarcely knowing
the meaning of the word,
we marched, chanting peace,
as peace declined.
We are real! Look at us!
We are peace and love and song,
making strobe-light love behind beaded
curtains, unashamed;
“rocking horse people eating
marshmallow pies.”
We pondered our choices as
season came and went,
nothing polluting our brain;
we mattered to ourselves,
our passion for peace persistent.
Some say our cause was lost to time;
we say love won our war.
Peace is not just a word.
