In The Sun With A Heavy Heart
Mungo Jerry said that it all happened in the summertime. Nobody took this seriously, the again why should they?
In Mai we were told that there was a beach beneath the pavement, but by June it was merely a phantom; the virtual display of a denial of class distinctions.
By Juneteenth the only thing that still lay beneath the paving stones were the workers.
The students had left the war and went on vacation.
We, as youth, once took a stand for something far bigger than ourselves,
...and showed that wouldn't stand for these ideals being derailed.
Now we politely move into our corrals where we are obediently disobedient. We contest them in the style in which we have been instructed to disagree. In the way that will not offed them as our opwn young are eaten. 
Yessir Messrs. Inglis, Conant, Peabody, and Cubberley, them schools is a workin'; 'twas the boredom done taught us.
Have we sold our teeth for the comfort of pre-chewed food? Our militancy for a free softdrink?
A soft voice fluttering down from on high it was said softly "I am here for you, I feel your pain."
Die Heilige Johanna der Schlachthöfe shouted back up, defiantly "How can you feel our pain if it is not yours as well?"
Or maybe it was we who shouted those words back at her.
Or maybe she just meant to say "Don't be afraid of death so much as an inadequate life."
Or maybe it just doesn't matter as these words were never listened to. No one ever cared.
Maybe it's the summer sun that is the only thing that matters while it is shining.
Maybe sometimes underwear and the East River is enough.
The burden of knowing in the swelter of a humid summer is unbearable in light of the silent hum of the glacial winter.
Summer is here, just listen to this song for proof.
The joy of the summer sun is the very reason...
With our bloodied noses and battered spines, we still find reason to stand tall and smile.
