I swear I can't take another day as a slave
And I run around with a cross and turn
All the undead back into the grave

Perhaps defiance makes us all brave
The obscene pictures that are hard to discern.
I swear I can't take another day as a slave

Give me just once more day as a knave
And I'll give you grounds to feel concern
For all the undead back in the grave.

What will you do with the freedom you crave?
Publish more material to burn?
I swear I can't take another day as a slave.

When will we turn the new wave?
I don't think we will ever learn
About all the undead back in the grave.

When I howl out loud, will Jesus save?
Will he give me the information I yearn?
I swear I can't take another day as a slave,
I'll join all the undead back in the grave.

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Percy Bysshe Shelley, English poet, is expelled from Oxford University for publishing the pamphlet “The Necessity of Atheism” today in 1811.

Allen Ginsberg’s poem “Howl” is seized by U.S. Customs on grounds of obscenity today in 1957.