My Generation A Song (copy of a journal entree Sept.14,2010; by nicholas garcia)

They came from the north….south…east…west…Discontent with the world around them…War  escalating in a far away land… Conservative politics and outdated ideals were oppressing  the middle and lower class, as the rich flourished in their greed and corruption…

Tired of the lies and the status qua, as they watched their parents working themselves to death for a political agenda…

The word on the street was a new order. Sharing all things…making peace…not war…and music became that focal point…

There were no known heroes…only no names…That was the magic… The coming together…As all need were met…