I met the anti-disestablishmentarism,
Early on in life.
With the norm turned against the warned.
It was a revolution torn charm.
The protest signs went up and down.
The torn blue jeans,
Meant blue was the color of revolt.
But what did people mean?
Should the ties of past,
Go fast?
Should governments,
Be shook and looked at with disdain?
I only know that only,
Were we at war against the universe.
But we half won, half lost.
Blue was the color of revolt.
The color of anti-society.
Vera Sidhwa
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/society-39/
