Bring My Baby Back... Poem by Kay Barcelon

Take me back to the 60s
Let me be among the hippies
At the Haight-Ashbury district
I shall speak against world conflict

I can wear flowers on my hair
Colorful dresses with a flair
Eat veggies without MSG
And I can dance really groovy

At 5 I’m already a non-conformist
And I don’t know any communist
Psychedelics and weeds I can handle
My love I promise I’ll be gentle

Though there are trips I might skip
I don’t mind walking a long airstrip
To stop the cannonballs fly
For the love of peace I shall die

I like beads, bells, incense, and feathers
I’m already buying books I don’t read
Poetry maybe I can try sometime later
And starvation I was never worried

My ideology of being a hippie maybe low
Educate and teach me so I may grow
It’s not my fault I was born late
And another war may breed if I wait

Too much religion or otherwise
But in this war an innocent child dies
Whoever dictated this fighting is unkind
And becoming a hippie comes to my mind