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Forfeit To The Fates

One of a series of poems I have written highlighting the music and events from a particular year.

BerniethebardAugust 30, 202634 views
Forfeit To The Fates

The world's attention is drawn to the United States

as the lives of two good men are forfeit to the fates.

Both, it could be said, were stoking death's embracing fires.

Beacons of truth in a world overcome with liars.

Students barricade the streets in Germany and France.

Russian tanks lumber into Prague, Dubceck's had his chance.

Apple is formed, the Beatles visit the Maharishi.

The first generation Colt built by Mitsubishi.

I start to read the papers, become politicised,

join the revolt, see the world at last through my own eyes.

Muggeridge rails against pills and pot, tousle haired youth

with no talent, only the White Album and Hey Jude.

Tommie Smith and John Carlos become heroes of mine.

Their black power salute will later come to define

The Mexico Olympics, they're sent home to death threats

but they prevail, segregation deserves what it gets.

John Stonehouse brings in a two tier postal service.

John and Yoko accused of possessing cannabis.

Enoch advocates assisted repatriation,

claims England's character will change in a generation.

The world hears of a Vietnamese village, My Lai.

By the end of the dayday five hundred and four will die.

Manchester United win the European Cup,

ten years after Munich, English football's still on the up.

Simon and Garfunkel go looking for America.

The bombing in Vietnam evokes Guernica.

Jack "The Hat" McVitie is killed by Reginald Kray.

We're all dancing to "Sitting On The Dock Of The Bay."

Christmas number one is "Lily the Pink" by Scaffold.

I'm eighteen but policemen and teachers still look old.

My life turns on its axis as my father leaves home.

I face a five year countdown to make my life my own.

Enoch is Enoch Powell who, in this year, made an infamous, vile speech evoking Rivers of Blood.

Munich refers to 6th February 1958 when a plane carrying the Manchester United team back from a European match crashed, killing many.

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Wow. This certainly covered the gamut with memories and buzzword that evoke an immediate knee-jerk reaction. All this and then you slip in what was probably the most enormous memory for you of all: your father leaving home. Very intense beat to this - stark and fierce with a turbulent pulse that won't be tamed. Very indicative of this time in history. Well done. xo

Berniethebard

8/31/2026

Thank you very much Rachelle. It relates to the year 1968.

Yep. I actually knew that, miracle of miracles. I remember this photo from the newspaper. Our sixth grade teacher shared it with the caveat that the times were changing in a big way and we were to remain observant to it if we were going to be okay.

Berniethebard

8/31/2026

I was eighteen. I guess times were changing is one way to put it. They still had a long way to go. Not just in America but here in England too.

Well, that's the thing about change, right? It's not insular. "The Butterfly Effect" and all...