Hegemonies light the corners of my mind . . . Misty water-colored memories of the way we were . . . Scattered pictures of the power we're now denied Power we used on one another for the way we were. Can it be that it all was so simple then, Or has time rewritten every line . . . If we had the chance to do it all again Tell me: would we? Could we? Hegemony may be useful. And yet What's embarrassing to remember we may choose to forget. It's self-righteousness we remember Whenever we remember The way we were.*** Or, if you prefer, from the Who:
Meet the new boss . . . same as the old boss.