A young woman said to me
you guys in the sixties were so
naïve. How could you ever believe
there would be a revolution?
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Oh, child of the oughts, did you
�ever believe Wall Street would
�turn out to be a sham, stocks
�made of piffle and hype?
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Did you ever believe General
�Motors would come to tax
�payers cup in hand begging
�not to go out of business?
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Did you ever believe we would
�go to war on a lie? That one
�president could fuck up every
�thing standing in just eight years?
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That we would elect an African
�American president? That in some
�states, lesbians and gays could marry?
�That greed might go out of style?
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What I’ve learned on my hard
�scrabble way is that nothing remains
�but trouble and love and opportunity
�we can make to change what needs it.
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Copyright © 2009 Marge Piercy.
Reprinted with permission.
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