guitars crack,
sweaty fingers slip at the touch
of glossy surface.
& a cassette tape tumbles...
its pieces ricochet.
splinters of the dead revolution.
the cries of a once rebellious youth
muffled by subway roars.
peace bends to profit
from v to $
& war continues,
same ol’ same ol’
children of the revolution
all grown up
forgot what is was they fought for?
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