Handosome Guy of the Hippie Era

Handsome guy of the Hippie Era, the wisest guy who never experimented with drugs, but went to church on Sunday and prayed to God; eccentric clothes, long hair and drugs were too crazy to be explored, to block out the horrendous images of the Vietnam War that troubled him at every unpleasant, waking hour to make hope an enduring value... as unquestionable as his verbal wisdom; while considering an end to all violent deaths that killed the vibrant youths: the very heart of America! The rebellious hippies protested, against their Government, confounding injustice and lies: to provoke a congenial state of disharmony; they confused peace with war-fare, standing by, and letting their brothers die... instead of lending a hand: injustice or not they continued in their unsocial conduct! I didn't mind singing songs of peace, in my fair but opposing views, light a candle on the steps of a cathedral; and they surely brought comfort to mothers in pain, and through tense emotions, I didn't speak offensive words and rebelled! I made my statements of disapproval and disdain for the bloodshed and lost lives of young Americans... those lives not saved by a courage so invincible, but rage brings unbearable resentment and indefinite frustration on oneself... if it becomes unreasonable and unsubstantial! That Hippie Era is far gone into a past subdued by defeat, and scorn was brought upon a President who allowed this; but power and truth,sometimes, collide and we can be too judgmental and unfair: missing the substance of the true matter... when exposing somebody's faults instead of our own! Handsome guy of the Hippie era, so good-natured and lovable, you are getting old and wrinkled, but glad to have been that lucky to have shown compassion and peaceful intentions; your sadness was held in a memory so undeniably feeble... reduced to nothingness: when bravery didn't redound to the credits of every soldier who longed for that home-coming victory!