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When I Was a Kid

The 1960s

By Incognito .Published 6 years ago 2 min read
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Much before the internet, I remember smoking a cigarette, while driving my fatha’s brand new chevy impala.

We listened to the BeeGees, feeling the sea breeze and the salty air that flew through our hair.

Bookin’ it down the hill making sure the beer doesn’t spill but it wasn’t till we homed, that my old man groaned.

Father said to me, that this was to be the last time we ever drive his car because we had taken it one step too far.

But we were of course (with no remorse) the generation who rebelled.

So, in reply, I yelled "night feeeeeeeever, night feeeeeeeever"along with the song.

I remember that two days before September Luther King had an engagement ring for all the blacks and all the whites so, we could all reunite.

He had a dream and had to swim upstream against the current of xenophobia in a plea for a utopia.

And to the people whom he spoke, all of the good folk, who did what King said, you saved us and instead, of being divided we were siding.

We had the state of the art technology, which was the new Capehart TV

All of us gathered around, in the lounge, watching, and listening, surfing the stations, as we heard the frustrations, of those who liked channel five, rather than Bonnie and Clyde.

But I turned the up the sound, till the voices were drowned, and we sat entertained, and rest of the night we remained, eyes fixated, sitting captivated.

Down in Dallas, a man filled with malice, shot dead, JFK in the head.

Lee Harvey Oswald, was the so-called man, behind the rifle, who was homicidal, on November twenty-two, when the world painted blue.

Neil Armstrong,came along, and showed us all, we could reach heights so tall.

He was the first, to burst, into space, a place, so far away, he had to remind, us that it was a giant leap for mankind.

We fought the North Vietnamese, and we deployed our troops to please South Vietnam and our country, but to put it bluntly, while the words of the great lie, dulce et decorum est, fly through the minds, of our kinds, so too did bullets from the Vietnamese, who took down us with ease.

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