In the spirit of…
A bottle of wine and some Allen Ginsburg make for some interesting drunken prose.
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Liberty
Bloody screaming angels pouring through the streets
Wishing for nothing more than for the gods to hear their prayers
repeating the words of the Jesu, screaming into the nights
Why have you forsaken me?
Into your hands I commend my spirit in the vain hopes
That one day the revolution will come
will reach us
will someday make the world a better place for me to raise my children in
Fat cat diplomats scratching each others backs
Cash flowing as the lubricant of the sodomization of the government
While the poor cry for food
water
whiskey
anything, god, to stop this pain
Father, why have you forsaken me?
Into your hands I commend my spirit
For whatever good that’ll do me
Because the Christians say I’ll end up in Hell anyways
Even though I pray for a better world
Even though I pray for peace
I’ll end up in hell with my mohawk and my weed and my booze
Drinking away and mourning the life I lived here on earth
mourning the fact that I couldn’t do better
Mourning the fact that I was raped at childhood
Mourning the fact that grave social injustices were committed
And nobody cared
There’s no money in it for them, so why should they?
Angels screaming on the pavement
The angels of our generation
Screaming and bloody and praying why god
Why have you forsaken us?
They send our boys to war
They claim to our people peace
And while booze and cigarettes and weed are rotting our brains
We’re force-fed the education that tells us right from wrong
But those same people are the ones that encouraged individuality
That encouraged revolutionary thought
while at the same time condemning Hitler for his own free thought
Where is the justice in the world where a single mother
is proclaimed a whore and starves
Where a student is told to shut his fucking mouth and study his books
Where radical are smothered beneath a blanket of red white and blue
And told what to believe
And told what is justice
And told what is right and wrong
In a world where those who are rich and yet steal from the starving
Are rewarded with a slap on the wrist and sentenced to five years
In a paradise
While those who are starving and steal from the rich
are executed under the watchful eyes of those they have “wronged”
Where is the justice in such a world where those who would seek to enlighten the minds of the youth
Are silenced under a flag of company and state policy
And those who seek to spread nothing but poison and lies
Are rewarded by the media, by politics
Are made president
The louder you seem to scream the less they hear you
Why should they?
You’re only screaming your truth
The only thing that makes sense to you in this world
And you scream
And you scream
And your voice is drowned by those who would seek to silence you
With their message of hate and lies
Fuck the fags
fuck the spics
Fuck those who would struggle and try and bleed to make this world a better one for their children to live in
Fuck those who believe in love and truth and equality
Liberte, egualite, fraternite
Fuck that.
As long as we have money and other politicians to scratch our backs
As long as we can brainwash the youth to take their tests and silence their minds
Question two, answer C
Question three, answer A
Where’s the point in the youth thinking anymore?
Free thought is a dangerous thing
When it threatens the pyramid of power that is so delicately balanced
While I scream in poverty, surviving only off of my words
And my booze
And my weed
And praying for a better future
And praying that one day I can be proud of this world that my generation helped to form
And praying that I can be buried with pride and recognition
And a feeling that I gave a shit
The feeling that I did something to make this world a better place
But my writings will be blinded and drowned under the sea of lies and
misconceptions
Those who would proclaim one individual’s truth over another
One who would scream and profane that I was nothing but a druggie
And an alcoholic
And a harlot
And a wino
And that I will go to Hell
And that the pentagram around my neck is a sign of sure evil
Because one who wishes nothing but good for this world is a harlot
And a sinner
And a liar
And a druggie
And one who serves no purpose to society
So now let me die.
Let me die a harlot
Let me die a wino
Let me die a druggie and a poor college student
Who wished for nothing more than to make the world a better place through
Truth and love
Who wished for nothing more than a little slice of utopia to call her own
Even if it were only in the midnight hours with a bottle of wine and a joint
Who knows that while she’s writing this, the government is scanning her computer
Scanning her mind and looking for a threat of terrorism that doesn’t exist
A government that claims to be a democracy but rules only by controlling the fear
Controlling the innermost thoughts of its citizens and laughing merrily
Tapping its fingers together and watching its diving circus maximus
Watching the citizens scatter and cry out
Watching the angels of our generation bleeding in the streets
Crying out for a better world
And being silenced by a SWAT squad and tear gas.