Farewell, Summer of Love

If nothing else, you had to smile at the irony

Appreciate the timing

Fifty Years to the day after Haight Ashbury

Half a century of illusion, how we could

Have the apple and the Garden both

Slice away the Gordian knots

The repressed feelings, conformity, 

The bourgeois puritanism

End all clinging to religious rules

Be free people, making

Love, not War.

Liberty slides the scale from virtue to licence

As power corrupts, inculcates impunity

Woking to discover how power

Could be exploited for sex

Sex for gain, a transaction

Offending, devaluing the coin of both

It came to be time to make war on lust

Time for #MeToo,

For Scarlet Letters Redux.

 © Philip Knight 2018