Here's my entry for last week's Eno class homework. The theme of the week was digital detox. The prompt was to write a simple protest song, like classics from Woody Guthrie, that the people can sing. I may not fully fulfill those expectations. But it’s simple. And acoustic.
This Golden Age
i see a cleaner air, it feels so fine
i see a brighter love, and feel its shine
i see a lesson here, and it may seem
i see how everyone, might have a dream
you see a golden age, clearly not mine
you serve an empty glass, instead of wine
is there a golden rule, that fits your crime
you see what's good for me, hasn't a time
i see a playground that's, playful and joyful
i see this everywhere, drank by the cupful
i see an opening, i feel its welcome
i see connections here, and feel its hopeful