Fields of daises and minor chords –
A time existed before I was born
containing a movement of change.
Freedom and love – the new hypocrisy.
Childhood memories politely filed –
Communists running rampant
and nuclear destruction loomed.
Fallacies pulsing still today.
A quick keystroke, click and send,
images created then convoluted.
Photoshopping has become an everyday word.
Are my memories valid or expository?