WHERE ARE THE HIPPIES OF YESTERDAY?

Where are the hippies of yesterday
who burned their draft cards
and chained themselves to the gates of the White House?
Where are those longhaired, dope smoking demonstrators
who shouted "Hell No! We won't go!"?
Where is the "counter culture"
who sought peace and brotherhood
and raised the level of hope for the rest of us?
What happened to the brotherhood, the sisterhood,
the activism that brought us all into the streets
to protest an unjust, uncalled for, disastrous war?
Have they all gone back to the fold?
Do they march again to the drummer's beat?
Are they selling real estate? Insurance?
Margin buying on the stock exchange?

I call upon you, hippies of the sixties and seventies
to rise again from your long sleep,
go down into the streets
and shake the establishment once more to its senses
that peace may have its day
and, with hope renewed,
we can all live our lives without shaking.