Allen Ginsberg - Tonite, let's all make love in London в mp3

Tonite let's all make love in London
as if it were the year two thousand and one,
the years of thrilling god and old domine
Be kind also to the poor soul
that cries in a crack of the pavement
because he has no body
Our prayers to the ghosts and the demons,
the lackloves of Ewen and frightened congressmen
who make sadistic noise on the radio
State, statue destroyers and tank captains,
unhappy murderers in Mekong and Congo
A new kind of man has come to his bliss
to end the cold war he has borne
against his own kind flesh
since the days of the snake.