This honest poem is written,
With great and raw English accent,
Like the music born in Britain,
Which was more than just a movement.
Here music is before fashion,
’Cause nobody cared how you look,
The thing that mattered is pashion,
We are cursed by the law’s great book.
Punk rock is a revolution,
And we fight for great liberty,
In our hearts is the solution,
The sweet, fast sound of anarchy.
I don’t care what you listen to,
My style caries the hard strife,
From black and white I break through,
’Cause punk rock music is my life!
12th August 12, 2012