Here

[Blunt]

I printed this poem on a single page and passed out a few copies at a local venue much like CBGB's. Found it, and wanted to get some feedback and edit. Thanks for reading:

HERE

We gather here tonight
United by songs too loud too fast too crass
Irreverent for masses

We crowd around this fire
Our stories glow and float
In sound like burning embers

Our comfort
The warmth of songs burned scars upon the heart
We are song birds
Flocking towards the flame

Together we are
United by difference
Divided by slogan

The street punks scream for anarchy
The skins push boots for purity
Those rude boys dance for tolerance
All against authority

But for what if not accountability
Wasted youth on social apathy
Wasted text on mass technology
With the flip of a switch they’ll put out the fire fueled by electricity

Punk is productivity

We gather here tonight
Because here in booze and smoke and dirt
The nest of non conformity
The independent humanity

Here where the free mind finds serenity
With flesh and blood and sweat and code
Not worthless disenchanted
Angry destructive drunk and ranting punks at home

Here huddled close around the flame
Are we lost and aimless divided lame
Potential revolution on display
Or do we know we are the fire
Song birds flying spreading flame