Read while standing on Table 1, fist in the air . . .

The song of the day for January 9th of this year was the incredible "For What It's Worth" by Buffalo Springfield.

. . . .which is as valid today as it was all those 45 years ago.

we learned some lessons then, but sadly, we forgot to teach them to our children.   They are now trying to learn them on their own, and the only guidebook they have is our distorted electric feedback psychadelia.

The POEM:

for what it’s worth, the revolution must evolve, the boots

on the ground never change, only their names, but we are constant

tectonic plates, in dire need of grinding ourselves into new volcanoes.