Look at all the people
Banging there heads together
Push has come to shove
Down to fight whenever
Look at how they all relate
They all know how it feels
To be beaten into the ground
With no time to heal
Look at all the hate in them
With there fist held high
They all thrash around
F88k you is the screaming cry
Look at all the nonconformance
They all scream so loud
Guitars and drums heavy
All though the screaming crowd
Look at all of them draw blood
With metal in there face
Anger grips off there body
Hatred fills this insane place
Look at all of them sigh
Loving there bloody venting
Now its back to the life they hate
The concerts come to an ending
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem