Portrait: Our Parents

I am the tattered remains of a flower child
From the high courts of Haight and Ashbury.
I play the ghost of a busted tambourine
I spin under a wilted daisy chain wreath.

I am the lost nobility of peace, love and good will.
My father is the sun and my mother is the earth
They have communed with the celestial beings
Luna, Sappho, and Diana.

I once shouted amongst brethren against
hate, war, and evil
My sister danced at night to the tune of a million
sugar cubes, my brothers sang songs of freedom

We are exiled into a foreign world now
One of shirts, ties, and brassieres
One that lasts from 9 in the morning to 5 at night.
One with wars.

I am waiting to seek refuge in the old kingdom
I hope they can still hear my tambourine.