My Generation (The Rock’n’Roll Poem: Part 1)

In a world where all half truths

Are more dangerous than none

Taking sides does of necessity

Place yourself outside the truth

Of things that are truly eternal

An’ lets transience rule the soul

Revealing all that’s writ above

As deceit writhing down below

Boot heels in the worried earth

Churning up that fearful storm

Tearing stones to bleeding dust

Blinding audiences to madness

Dressed in vestments of sadness

To be born poor and beautiful

Is to really never stand a chance

In that rich an’ very ugly world

That taught us all how to dance

To the sound of magic in the air

Coloured flowers in our tresses

Stardust on our boot heeled feet

Dancing visions along the street

Before the nightmare kicked in

And the coloured lights fled out

Leaving us all in black and white

Lost for days at the lack of light

In our stylised monochrome hell

Taking a chance on another dance

With the dark side of that moon

Spinning alone in a broken room

Fixing thoughts on a turning table

Flowing from the eye of a needle

Stitched some souls to living hell

Burning music to the pits as well

To rise again in sounding beauty

Today tomorrow an’ all eternity.