The Revolutionary Legacy Of Allen Ginsburg
In the glory of City Lights
Howling through the darkest of nights
Walking, ever walking the beat
Robbed on a New York Street
A young man from Paterson
Perturbed, disturbed
Yet still widely heard
He was vile and obscene
So declared the machine
But I am happy to report
That even in their kangaroo court
They heard free speech’s call
As with a clenched fist
We squeezed to resist
Crushing Moloch’s balls
And so Allen’s works sits upon the shelf
A perverted version of our inner self
A man who strove for the common good
Like all men should
A man captured in time
Mostly for his alleged crime
Oh the misery of this revolutionary
He also wrote good poetry
