Citizens of NoWhere
In the 60s, we tuned into pirate radio stations that rocked the Establishment from aboard a fleet of boats. In the 70s, we wore flowers en route to San Fransisco, before declaring anarchy to the tune of 'God Save the Queen'. In the 80s, be it in the ‘heat of the night', or the 'heat of the day’, dressed head to toe in monochrome, or all a ‘go go’ and soon planning to go ‘outside', but definitely not ‘solo’, we took our protest to the stage, the world, live, 'aid', stage. In the 90s, though hands in the air like we just ‘didn't care’, we came together, in our thousands, in fields and warehouses, some near, some far. Through the 00s to today, ours is a world beyond borders, which populated by citizens of nowhere, is the North Sea of its day. We know irrelevance when we see it. We sense its day is done. We know when to ignore such rules as serve not all, but some. Young, old, and in-between, again, we come together. Through time eternal. United we stand, as the baton passes, from one to another. Them. We. One. All. By standing together, we shall not fall.
[Unpublished] #FlashFiction