Tuesday, 14 August 2018

Just Hair
First came the flowers,
then the song.
Then, in time
many songs
of hope
and love and peace
in Hair.
A revolution.
Time passed.
Then came the spikes
and streaks and shaves
of grungy aggression
and despair.
A revolution.
Time passed.
Now there’s a medley
of coloured words.
The dark and bright
Revolutions dying
and being born.
Pasts intertwined
in the words
and in the hair.

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