Memories and Dead Flowers

Memories and Dead Flowers In the year of sixty eight when we grew our hair long A rebellious Generation X declined to hold it’s tongue The dawning of Aquarius was time for love and peace It gave birth to ideals that were very deep and strong We put roses in gun barrels and wore them in our hair We rekindled flames of hope from the ashes of despair We protested in a vain attempt to ban the atom bomb We strived to change a world that did not seem to care We scorned the ministers who sat in their ivory towers We advocated boycotts for the mighty nuclear powers But when it was all over, we had nothing left to show Except for the memories and a sad trail of dead flowers