1968; WHAT POETRY WAS, AND WHAT IT SHOULD BE IN 2016

The following is inspired by Amber Legowski’s protest poem “FUCK THIS”

1968; WHAT POETRY WAS, AND WHAT IT SHOULD BE IN 2016

Hell, no, We won't go!

Hey, hey, LBJ, how many kids did you kill today?

“The whole world is watching”

Make love, not war!

Girls say Yes, to boys who say No

Reference to signing up for selective service.

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 WE-DON"T-WANT-YOUR-FUCKING-WAR!

I want all you young’uns to know, back in the day, the best poetry wasn’t composed in café, but on the streets, strike lines and byways.  Poets composed prose on bricks to be thrown.  

Now before any of you wiper-snappers dismiss me as old blow hard, that on the 6th of June, 2013, the Supreme Court of the United States of America, ruled that women are indeed, not the equal of men.  So for the sake of nostalgia let me suggest, a more aggressive form of poetry.

No pill, no Viagra

No IUDs, no vasectomies

Or

Mennonites don’t decide my rights!

Now’s the time to stand and fight!

Or

Scalia, Alito, nor Kennedy

Won’t decide

What’s right for me

Or

Hobby Lobby

Hands of my body

I’m nothing like

Your neighbor’s donkey

Or even worse

I have the Constitutional Right to fuck

Who I want

When I want

Without fear of disease

Or pregnancy?

If you don’t know what I’m speaking of, you should.

Now excuse me, I need to recycle some old bricks.