Allen Ginsberg wrote a poem for Bernie Sanders in 1986.
It goes like this:
Socialist snow on the streets
Socialist talk in the Maverick bookstore
Socialist kids sucking socialist lollipops
Socialist poetry in socialist mouths
—aren't the birds frozen socialists?
Aren't the snowclouds blocking the airfield
Social Democratic Appeasement?
Isn't the socialist sky owned by
the socialist sun?
Earth itself socialist, forests, rivers,
furry mountains, socialist salt
Isn't this poem socialist? It doesn't
belong to me anymore.
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