Bohemian Gold (A happy, pro-hippy poem)

Dark flames eat butterfly wings,
tear through the handiwork of time;
ugly hearts hate beautiful things,
they wallow in their age of grime.

One eyed men hunt the unicorn.
It could pierce their sight with its horn.
Jesus suffered their scourge and thorns,
but all bright things shall be reborn.

Age of incense and innocence
and inner sense of peace and joy;
a child with no defence against,
those who deflower and destroy.

Time is, by such bright times, adorned;
some decades, dusks; some decades, dawns;
men come to kill the springtime fawn
but all bright things shall be reborn.