Boomer’s Rage

Posted: January 19, 2017 in poem, poet, poetry, politics, Sixties
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(I wrote and posted this a year ago, I felt it coming, now we are going to see it coming!)

As I go stumping through the day
full filling dreams of other’s say
I count the months and the day
That I’ll be free on my own highway

I’m not young I have reached the age
that I can crawl from this cage
Take some time to disengage
Be free of toil and daily wage

Write a word, build a craft
Drink my whiskey, have a laugh
Get up late then take a nap
Put on my head a liberal’s hat

Scream the words, that I’ve suppressed
Of oil and air and climate’s mess
Opinions kept, so close to chest
Like a caged bird sings, I will confess

Protest and rage, make a change
March the streets, rearrange
For I sold out for profit’s gains
All along we were all shortchanged

It’s not too late, songs will be sung
Painted signs and banners hung
On granite steps, speeches flung
Our 60’s youth not wasted, on the 60’s young.



  1. iampeacenow says:

    This is wonderful. And I so wish I could be young now that yo know what to do with that youth. peace to you

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  2. GREAT poem, E.!
    It’s never too late! We can always make a difference! 🙂

    I moved away from home at age 17 and had proceeded to have a blast…college, a job I loved, friends, GUYS! 😉 , volunteer work, partying, laughing, etc…I really enjoyed my youth (in the ’70’s)!!!

    HUGS!!! 🙂

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  3. Ooh…looks like I was already here! 😉 😀
    But, your poem was good to read again…very apropos!
    My youngest kiddo is participating in the march this Saturday.
    HUGS!!! 🙂 Happy Almost-Friday!!! 😀

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  4. Your poem made me think of one of my favorite quotes…

    “Each time a man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope, and crossing each other from a million different centers of energy and daring those ripples build a current which can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppression and resistance.” Robert Kennedy

    As long as we are alive we can help bring about good changes. 🙂

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  5. Zakiah says:

    This poem is so apropos. Now I have to crawl through the next four years, to find vim and vigor.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Really enjoyed this. You work so naturally with rhyme and rhythm. Great poem! Harula x


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