I am seeing the best minds of the next generation being razed by materialism, starving for intimacy with acquisitive parents who view their offspring as just another de rigeur acquisition,
dragging themselves through unheated halls on foggy Golden Gate mornings seeking why they are, angelfaced children burning out in search of the ancient heavenly connection to the Super-String Vibration ultimate, non-space/time reality whence they came but about which they know nothing,
who spiritually impoverished, intellectually tattered, prematurely jaded and haplessly sit listening to their I-Pods in the impersonal low-seat darkness of Japanese cars meant to show love and wearing things promising happiness skipping from website to website contemplating profound hip-hop inveracity and unschooled bigotry,
who bare their red brains under the white afternoon clouds in the blue San Franciscan heaven and see ghetto angels masked as demons staggering threateningly on project building roofs illustrated with the frustrations implicit in Amerika and who duped by the presumed wisdom of poverty chants yelp witlessly through high school corridors,
who with sparkling, hopeful eyes hallucinating Iraq and Afghanistan tragedies viewing the horrific, sensationalist media circus called network news,
who are expelled from the academies for doing what they've seen a million times on TV; spraying obscene odes and vows of love on MUNI windows that the BMW prosperity will never behold,
who cower henna-tattooed in costly, China sweatshop calvinkleins, converting their parents' loot into labeled clothing, listening to the Bush Terror machine spewing dualism,
incomparable blind rantings of hopeless child bodhisattvas withering in the thriving excess of Amerika 2005.
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