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PAISLEY PROTESTORS

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Bell bottom hip huggers
And my Frankenstein shoes
That had stack soles and heels
That I could only barely use.
A crop-top sleeveless tee shirt
With a superman emblem on it
And diamond ring on my hand.
In case I might have to pawn it.

Because we were picketing
Downtown at the City Hall
And at some police stations.
It was the seventies after all.
Our parents raised us to acquiesce
It was their America they protected.
And it was just exactly this blindness
That we, en masse, all rejected.

We failed to understand them
The generations that came before
That prized prejudice and bias
And celebrated sending us to war.
We felt there was another way
To go about sweeping social change.
We saw beating and fire hosing
As nefarious and more than strange.

We got beaten ourselves and jailed
For just pointing injustice out to them
And watched our sit-ins and love-ins
Turned into scenes of bloody mayhem.
We heard them call us all criminals,
Long haired faggots was a favored taunt.
It seems we were entitled to our opinions
As long as we didn’t chose to flaunt.

It felt so very much like Nazi Germany
Including storm troopers and jack boots
And the local politicians were obviously
At least agreeing if not in cahoots
With the police in their fear of rebellion
And protecting their good paying jobs.
So, they beat us and vilified the students
Calling them dirty communists, and slobs.

And, yes, some of us were getting high
Back in our homes and apartments.
Sometimes it seemed the only way
We could deal with the estrangement
Between what our country said it was
And what it turned out it really was.
It was hard to realize our land wasn’t free
And there was no social Santa Claus.

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STAND, PATRIOTS, STAND

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STAND, PATRIOTS, STAND

 

Stand, patriots, stand;

Hold up your hand

Fingers held wide

To grasp your rights inside

And hold them close to your heart.

Don’t let them start

To ring that southern bell

That damns your birthright to hell.

 

The words are written

That many fought and died

Who cried out for equality.

Let no one make some kind of enemy

Of peace and personal liberty.

We are The Great Experiment

That insists this is a country

That marches to the call of democracy.

 

Stand, patriots, stand;

Lend your able hand

To those who fight for you.

It is the right thing to do.

You’ve seen back through history

Wealth has no fear of misery.

Lust for fame and notoriety

Often masquerades itself as piety.

 

If we let ourselves ignore

The abuses that went before

When the chants begin again

That puts chains on our fellow men

Because they do not fit a plan

Of some incredibly more wealthy man

Then we are no better than they.

It’s up to each of us to say:

 

Stand, patriots, stand;

Hold up your hand

Fingers held wide

To grasp your rights inside

And hold them close to your heart.

Don’t let them start

To ring that southern bell

That damns your birthright to hell.

 

Brent Kincaid

11/19/2014