I had idols then; Allen Ginsberg, Lawrence Ferlingetti, Jack Kerouac and Bob Dylan, all influenced my work. They were fighting for change using words as their weapons. I felt the need to do that too. Actually, I couldn't help myself, the words just came. I don't think I really had any control over them. Sometimes I didn't even know what I had written until it was in finished form. It was the first passion I ever knew.
Looking back, I see that some changes have been made; but many are still a dream we have to strive for. The words will always remain though, haunting visions of a world in turmoil. Though the poets may die, a poem is immortal. The words live on.
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