The MEANING All the anger and intolerance and ignorance heaped up on upon with abuse from the unconscious collective of consumerism had fed
up a Punk generation that could no longer give peace a chance or put flowers down the barrels of guns that would kill college kids. No more of that
crap would be tolerated...we would rise up and against and expose all of the lies in a musical cacophony designed to wrench the bovine bureaucrats
attention off of their plates by the scruff of their fat necks and force them to hear at high decibel levels what we were saying! WE saw and we
told ...punk rock tattletales making a loud clear path for those who heard to follow and join ranks with, while the moneyed bald heads were appalled
afraid and disgusted with our bold styles of spikes and leather,crazy color and sneers. The truth of that moment was like someone spitting in the
wind..what you do will come back to you! They can't oppress and force the same giant cookie cutter down on us all and expect the same little cookies
to come out of this big batch! It was everyone for everyone, each supporting our right to be who we were no matter how tawdry , filthy or rude!
Anarchy was our emblem, anarchists was our handle...we all rose and fell under that cover, that cover of squirming , pogoing, moshing truth filled
kids! We were gonna make a change..no matter how many teeth got crunched into the pavement ..no matter how many suburban cherries got popped..or
how many fuses got blown during the plug in! WE deserved as humans to be able to express our disgust and expose the filthy systems poison tyrants
at their own dirty games!! What sheer exhilaration to ride the wave of our own making..on our own sound ..to break free of the mold of farce into the
giant flip off of the world! Loud, fast, hard rising above all the other sounds out there all kids had to do was hear it once......and they were a part of
it and always would be! Shamamas Mab poems
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