This was inspired by my favourite poem by Allen Ginsberg – “Howl” is one of my absolute all time favourites. This barely touches the tip of the “Howl” iceberg but this is my ode.
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The crisp cold air
Crackled
As the morning birds
Sang their cries and cackled
Humanity sank
As their hopes were drowned
By the insolent battle
To be king and crowned
The inconvenience of deviance
Scattered
As civilians were bruised
And battered
Crushed and pushed
Their cries were silent enough
But could not be hushed
Scowls and sighs
The train groans to a stand
And the stench
Of fresh sweat
Escapes
The closing doors
The mundane, the insane, the inhumane
Gather and unite on a tin can train
They fight for the right of a seat or a space
Use it as an excuse to put the weak in their place-
This is the human race.
I watched as the world turned apocalyptic
With their guns and their knives
And hypocritical political lives
Continuously consumed by consumerism
And parents cried
With their knocked up drugged up fucked up children
As the banks and the government
Turned them away saying
“No! you will not be paid benefits today!”
Just begging and begging and praying and hoping
Squashed, sweating and suffering
On tubes of filth and strangers subtle fury
With their books
And their iPhones
And their cheap smiles
Taken with them to a lonely home
Scratching their heads
And rubbing their nose
Thinking of things that no one will ever know
Suits upon suits
Faces upon faces
Monotone voices over speakerphones
Wailing babies and their shitty nappies
And dribbling bubbling lips
What are you looking at?
