Fear then
in the streets
on the young faces.

I was young
afraid.
Anger then
in the crowds
on all the troubled faces
in all the broken streets.

I am older
feeling 1968
in the streets
on the faces.
Creeping fear returns
and anger.

Is it a new world
on the dark horizon
or a dying world?
A cosmic egg
we thought
breaking in violence
pouring onto the worlds wounds.

It is for the young
to decide
if they want
a world renewed
that we, broken,
gave them.

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Portland, Oregon – April 12, 2016