Chicano Poet

Friday, October 19, 2007

The Bullets Which Killed You

The bullets which killed you
killed a whole generation, too.
It was not just the music that was silenced that day,

it was not just Sgt. Pepper
and Eleanor Rigby
we put in the grave.

It was not just revolution
and Rocky Raccoon
we lost in the fight.

We don’t know if we
imagined or dreamed
being filled by a void.

The police car rushed us through the streets of time
and the doctor pronounced us dead,
but with so many gone,it was hard to explain.

Our glasses were shattered
and we couldn’t see.
Who knows how we keep finding our way to Strawberry Fields.


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