60 years in a flash of #poetry

oppressive

Time wisps away

Ghosts traveling past,

in search of solace.

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Cold war, hippies, polyester period disco

mannequin figures make way for

the underwear era, until stomachs crying

to be free of a girdle ask for acceptance.

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Skin tight dresses bulge, front and rear,

held up by stiletto’s, heralding the passing

of dignity and common sense.

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Socialism’s shadow passes over us and

on his heels dictators trample…

the bane of humanity ripping away

at the fabric of our destiny.

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”The scum rises to the top,”

My mother said,

when crooning was in style.

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Millennia, era, epoch passes,

one style remains.

Humanity gravitates, spinning…

hurling away from peace.

Oppression’s pawn.