Swing those elbows, smash those knees.
Put on those band-aids, roll up those sleeves.
Today is a party, tomorrow is a bash.
And you can hurt all you want, even slash.
But never bite the hands that feed.
Cause karma causes wounds that bleed.
Together we smile, alone we stand.
Together my brothers we form, a group, a band.
Alone we may be, tonight shall last,
But only as a memory to a mind of one who's chaste.
**POEM HAS BEEN ACCEPTED INTO THE LIBRARY OF POETRY; AND WILL BE PUBLISHED**
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem