HOWL (Allen Ginsberg) – My version

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by

validation from Instagram praise,

and seeing the world through their phone’s camera lense.

Who absentmindedly critique a stranger’s outfit, or

snarl in envy at her relationship, advertised on Facebook like

a billboard.

Who forget their friend’s birthdays, for memory is unnecessary when

notified by an event request.

Who compliment each other with a click of a button, yet

fear doing so in person (that’s embarrassing.)

Who find comfort in TV screens;

why step outside when reality’s best bits are selected?

You needn’t make the effort.

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Author: Lucy Hancock

Second Year English Literature and Creative Writing student at the University of Birmingham. Lover of the outdoors, adventuring, cinematography and words.

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