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Based on “Howl”
-D.G. (Emulated from A. Ginsberg)

I saw the best minds of my generation exiled by your gods, suppressed by the holy and the disciples of bigotry, imprisoned within the fences of the enslaved generation of our fathers,
who were indoctrinated by the faceless saints behind
the system,
who had their mouths welded shut to keep the “fuck” from escaping the angry corpse,
who were thrown into boxes and drowned with useless, unnecessary numbers
for an unnamed cause,
who had their tongues taken by the gunman to prevent any objections,
who depended on actions despite the severed limbs,
who were confined within the dread dungeons they called classrooms,
who were forced to wear padlocked chains around their cocks and pussies to keep the love and
the sinful lust from cumming out,
who were nursed fat by their god-fearing mothers to be fed to the wolves of the media,
who were reduced from playtime and a carefree life to brick cells and paychecks, diets and surgeries, mortgage and intangible sex,
who were pushed against The Wall, battered with hatred, condemned for eating, drinking, sleeping, walking, spitting,
loving, seeing,
smelling,
fucking,
who
were nailed to the cross of conformity and decapitated by the crescent of uniformed morality,
who were on trial for proposing the logical, persecuted for executing the obvious,
who escaped the turning pages of the koran, the bible, the tanakh, the avesta, the vedas,
who were stripped and violated by the judge who sat above the laws established by the deceased, fingered, jerked, inspected, molested and tasted,
violated
by the doctors, the saints, the generals and the righteous,
who waged war against their brothers and cursed their sisters’ vessels,
never faltered, never surrendered,
who were enticed with the nectar of modern technology, to be part of the mechanism, to synchronize with the clockwork, exact and precise, eternally optimistic of death,
who were forced to resist the sweet temptation of the human nature, to be wired and manipulated by she who owns the factory, and he who pulls the lever,
who were malignant to the so-called growth of the blood-shedding nations, who signified the
seven horns of the seven heads on the seventh day of the sabbath,
who were branded with the burning mark of the insane, reduced to medications and straight jackets, fluorescent white lamps to trap the florescent mind of adolescence,
who were my brothers, my allies, and my comrades,
who were devoured by the creamy jaws of a conformist nation,
who in conclusion, raised the white flag of defeat, towering, gleaming, above the black sky that
hovers along the torched bodies of countless crucified headless children,
who were here, and are here
no more.