After the teach-in <br />we smeared the walls with <br />our solidarity, <br />looked left, & saw <br />Marx among the angels, <br />singing the blues. <br /> <br />The students march, <br />I (spectator) <br />follow. <br />Here (as everywhere) <br />the Polizei <br />are clean, are clean. <br /> <br />In Frankfurt, <br />the whores lean out <br />their windows, screaming: <br />'Get a job - you dirty <br />hippies!' Or words <br />(auf Deutsch) to that effect. <br /> <br />I'm also waiting <br />for the Revolution, <br />friends. <br />Surely, my poems <br />will get better. <br />Surely, I'll no longer <br />fear my dreams. <br />Surely I won't murder <br />my capitalist father <br />each night <br />just to inherit <br />his love.<br /><br />Erica Jong<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/student-revolution/
