He’s worshipped at Wembley stadium
M.e.n and N.i.a
Disciples come
In baggy black t-shirts
Eyeliner
Piercings
And downcast faces
All attention fixed on him
He stands there
Like a man possessed
Like a man blessed
The guitars strum
As he speaks with pathetic tongue
The faithful are amazed
Organised religion has no hold
On those who worship
In sacred mosh pits
For them their faith is placed in
Cobain Curtis and Vicious
Until another one comes along
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem....I love the song Rock God by Selena Gomez...keep up the good work! ! ! ! ! !