Collected Poems 1947-1997 - Ginsberg Allen - Страница 216

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Freedom for South Africa to slave her Blacks

Freedom for Korea’s corrupt party hacks.

Freedom for America to kick plenty Ass

Allende Lumumba yass yass yass!

Freedom for Martin Luther King it’s a gas

Freedom to forget our bloody Indochinese past!

Freedom to be Macho to be Number One

Freedom to boast the heaviest nuclear gun!

Freedom to kill for KKK

If you got a White Jury you might get away.

Freedom to work if you don’t Unionize

Freedom to listen to Presidential lies

Freedom to have your name in Secret Service file

Freedom to run with the Mob for a while.

Freedom from government regulation!

Freedom to not be allowed an abortion!

Freedom for old folks to enjoy inflation

Freedom to destabilize the Chilean Nation!

Freedom to abandon Latin Human Rights

To deport John Lennon for his Political delights

Freedom to ban Genius entering the Land

& slap Nobel Prize novelists on the hand.

Freedom for overt Covert War sleaze

Freedom for Death Squads to chop off your knees

Freedom to put pederasts in Prison

Freedom to stop Fairies from eating Gyzym.

Freedom to assemble & get gassed or shot

Freedom to not be allowed to smoke pot

Freedom to drink till you got the DT’s

Freedom to never take LSD.

Freedom to smoke & have your Utah Cancer

Freedom to shake down a bottomless Dancer

Freedom to be forbidden Peyote Vision

Freedom to censor Howl on Television.

Freedom to farm if you’re a big bank

Freedom to go bankrupt or land in the tank

If you’re a small farmer who grows a little grass

Freedom to be arrested & kicked in the ass.

Freedom to cut down world’s oldest trees

Freedom to make Indians get down on their knees

And pray to your God and obey your FBI

And freedom to protest if you’re not too scared to die.

Freedom to persecute the Underground Press

& Murder Malcolm X if that’s what you think’s best

Freedom to Assassinate, & never go to jail

If the CIA Protects you, and they hardly ever fail.

Freedom to squirt Mace in a little boy’s face

If you’re on the TAC Squad & you don’t like his race

Freedom to shoot him if he makes you nervous

And he’s 12 years old and you’ve just joined the service.

Freedom to bribe Japan if you’re Lockheed

You won’t go to jail unless you’re smoking weed

Freedom to buy Iran if you want

At least we used to, right now we can’t.

Freedom to foment a Strike in Chile

And lie to Congress if you’re Pres. of ITT

Freedom to kill an elected President

If you’re a CIA stringer, that’s how it went.

Freedom to commit a little perjury—

If your name is Richard Helms, you pay a little fee

Then get yourself appointed Ambassador to Iran

They keep calling you Ambassador as long as they can.

Freedom to sell dope if you’re CIA

Or a Narc on the Street you can do it anyway

Or the sister of the Shah or informer for the law—

If your name is Abbie Hoffman you might take a fall.

Freedom to announce what you want to the Press

They print what they hear, it’s anybody’s guess

The public is free not to hear what you meant

But there’s freedom for full-page advertisement

If you’re Mobil, if you’re Dow, or a millionaire Jerk

Buy a column on the Op Ed page for your work

If you’re rich as Rockefeller you can die without your pants

Sniffing poppers and the papers won’t give yr corpse another glance.

If you’re AT&T you have plenty Liberty

To wave your flag all over the land of the free

You can take the back page of The News in Review

To say what’s good for America’s nothing else but you.

If you got a million from a Texas millionaire

You can buy television time, get yrself on the air

Freedom to shut up if you’re Powerful Poor

Freedom to wait outside the Police Station door.

You’re free to denounce any Pinko that you please!

You can ask for Moral Money, give your God’s heart ease!

Free to attack the producers in a rage

Free to land in Jail, get beat up on the back page.

Freedom to be one of the few that count

Freedom to be “Serious,” that freedom’ll amount

To the fact that you’re free to agree to more Cold War—

Flakes & Losers are free to go ’way sore.

March 1981

Those Two

That tree said

     I don’t like that white car under me,

                         it smells gasoline

That other tree next to it said

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