I saw the madness all around me. Black men dragged by their broken
Feet. Perforated dreams
Holes in their family
Death not an adequate explanation
Teenagers, far from their gilded homes
Experimenting
Not afraid. But Christ
They should be. The power of unity
Taking us for an ill-fated ride
We know not why or
How. But we protest what we don’t know, and stand up for what we
Also don’t know.
If I hear the word justice one more time, I will
Puke. All it means is keeping the world as it is.
Destruction, disrespect, jealousy. But mostly
Fear. Big strong men, in armour. A brutal
Army… fighting off innocence.
There might not be
Corruption, if everybody gave in. But then the world would
Suck, even more than it already does.
Serving the country by killing. Having to be
Stoned, to survive the memory.
Assholes. Telling me what to do when they’re
Drunk with power.
Let us
Camp in the tents of our souls. The insects
Don’t bother me. Let the wind take us
At least it knows where it’s going.
But if you want money for people with minds that hate
All I can tell you is brother you have to wait*
*Revolution (Lennon/McCartney)
Well done….Powerful sentiments….
You certainly captured Ginsberg’s intensity and the flavour of his poetry in this piece