Chapter Eight

[ a poem ]

         "So much time to make up, everywhere you turn
          Time we have wasted on the way...

        "Down with America!" "Burn the flag!"
        Our class with one voice loudly sang
        It was the year we lost our finest Kennedy
        The year America lost her greatest King
        "Damn the war!" "Hell no, we won't go!"
        Our anger was rising to future tragedy at Kent State
        And at the Chicago convention we were busy 'getting straight'
        The class of '68

        We were convinced we knew more than our fathers
        Love was all we needed, we were certain we were right
        We turned on, tuned in and dropped out
        Our heroes and pop stars had all seen the light
        We were quite young and na´ve in our innocence
        It was before Iran-contra, Starwars and Watergate
        But none of us were prepared for the lesson of that year
        The class of '68

        Getting high was cool, we tried breaking every rule
        Now some of us are homeless, drugs and greed have their price
        Some of us fought in the war, what for we're not sure
        And some joined the system and tried being nice
        Some of us found God and some found religion
        And for some of us now, it's already too late
        But some have brought change and some are still trying
        The class of '68

        We've done Comic Relief, Live-Aid and Farm-Aid
        We made a contribution; it was the right thing to do
        Now some of us have given in, though we know it's a sin
        That our sick and our poor keep getting the screw
        And some of us have joined the party down on Wall Street
        Where politicians, thieves and vipers congregate
        Where we bow to the Dow and worship fortunes of 500
        The class of '68

        So lift up wasted hearts toward our brothers in the street
        Help them find food and shelter for their families
        Let's form a coalition to change America's condition
        Back to a proud nation in pursuit of true liberties
        When our feet grow weary and our tired eyes dim
        And we prepare to approach heaven's great gate
        May we hold our heads high with Martin and Bobby
        The class of '68

        ...So much water moving underneath the bridge
            Let the water come and carry us away" ¹

The Quincy Jones Listen Up Foundation

DEDICATED TO:  Hollywood agent Ken Kragen, who worked hard behind the scenes to make the hunger relief effort, We Are The World USA For Africa, become a cooperative reality.  Also dedicated to Robert F. Kennedy, Jr., who seems to be a very ethical and decent man---perhaps the finest Kennedy of them all.  We need individuals of this caliber in the highest places of our government.


1. "Wasted On The Way" by Graham Nash; Crosby, Stills & Nash, Daylight Again (1982).


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