
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.
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.
Wonderful interwoven lives, brought back to life.