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.