I am waiting for yr rebirth
And waiting for a demolishment of censorship
Once for it all
I am waiting for resugence of poetry
And poetry reading
And have National Poetry Month
Declared a holiday
So, the people of the world could relax and read
I don't want to wait for Trump to try
Throw the book at him
And hang him from his neck
I am waiting for democracy to fly like a phoenix
After this decade
Hoping this is not the last century of the universe
But when will this insanity die?
O' Lawerance when the human struggle end?
And Kerouac and you will return
As the wine and bread will be the First Supper
I don't want regret it to be my last