August '66 was a fix

At the bottom of the heap, taxes to be paid by paupers' labor steps
To the elite, most highness, their highness, not futile hyperbolics
Crippled with the misanthropic, philosophically analyzed concepts
You're welcome, that's about it for the distraction hypothetics.

Stay with me on the journey, the road is windy and long
End's in second sight you just can't see the end game song
Directly ahead, stare at the horizon line, sky meets being's ground
Sunsets, flashes green plasma all along watchtower's sound.

Nobody needed distraction in '66, white and black TV, AM radio
Classical and Jazz, Variety Show Comedy, troubled inner essence
In a New York Minute, everyone in Chicago felt nothing made sense
Debate the positions of the pros and the cons, why're you here bro?

I know the sisters, daughters and mothers don't know the brilliance
Of their own spirit and soul, their conscious awareness' Truth stance
That's why it's all on the brothers to begin the catharsis' of apostesy
Dissect and perform post mortem examination, deadmen dirt's free.

by
RICHARD JOSEPH STEPHAN
c. March 18, 2015 Wenesday @ 10:10 AM
(written while listenin' to https://youtu.be/ebOXokj_JsM?list=RDebOXokj_JsM "Herbie Hancock , Joss Stone & Jonny Lang - When Love Comes To Town"