Slam poetry

STELLA!! He screamed this Brando guy…. in a Street Car Named Desire Mr. Dean he died in a crash… of twisted metal and fire We had John Wayne…Superman they were our heroes of the day At 18 we knew it all…. we are going to do it our way We grew we learned or did we really think We could change the world with nod and a wink We marched for civil rights and against your stinkin War The latest fad that was us… hoola hoops and more Peace and love oh that was our daily fare We lived our lives for the day with nary a care Cops chasing pushing making us feel small We aged we learned some of us grew tall The years went by so fast is seemed The world went on as it does but not as we… dreamed Now in our culture and in our ways we indeed are set Looking back over decades do we all have some regret Hate runs deep ten thousand years of strife Tension so thick you could cut it with a knife Is there hope for the future we really don’t know We teach our children then we let them go Some will drop on the spot some will fade away Remembered by the living for that is the world’s way But this my friends is oh so right Like McQueen in Papillion we keep trying to escape into the night Don’t take my kindness for weakness I’m no fool After all it was my generation that invented cool I’ve seen it all before of that I am fairly sure I write I think it will be left behind for evermore Remember my name my essence and wit Hey I’m Bobby … get over it