Black & White
When I was a boy, I played suburban war-games
Or cowboys and Indians.
I’d shoot at my brothers with a wooden gun,
And have endless arguments about who killed who..
“ Yeh , I shot you five times in the head! ”
“ Did not! “
“ Did so! “
We didn’t have a clue;
We were back-yard heroes!
We’d watch the “goodguys”
Beat the “badguys” on T.V.
Happy endings guaranteed
And of course, Our side was always right!
It was the sixties & life was black and white.
God save the Queen & God bless America!
We were brain-washed at an early age;
We even stood to attention
Whenever they raised the flag
And played the anthem on T.V!
I swear it’s true!
The old man was British army, spit and polish
Through and through!!
We cried when Kennedy was killed.
We cheered when the Yanks landed on the Moon.
We didn’t question authority.
We were well on the way
To a preplanned destiny!
Birth, School, Work, Death.
Luckily, some of us discovered
Hendrix & Bowie & ganja & L.S.D!
Our world was no longer Black & White!
And Our side was Not always right!!