a new generation newly woke
(how similar is this to “For What’s It’s Worth” by Buffalo Springfield 55 years ago?)
nobody knows what’s wrong
everybody knows something is wrong
the vulgarity of it all is expressed with vulgarity
the disjointedness of it all is expressed with disjointedness
(I can’t watch much of it; I can’t stand the flash-flash-flash and the noise-noise-noise … the distortion … the graniness)
on and on and on
not enough rights
too much oppression
insensitivities
injustices
indignity after indignity
indignation after indignation
protest after protest
eruption after eruption
but little movement
actually doing what actually needs to be done
building the new within the shell of the old
is so hard
requiring saintly patience
“but we’re dyin here”
but we’re spinning our wheels here
