Yes, I'm a punk rock poet
An angry young man of the page
Well, not young, I'm 45 and know it
But it's attitude that's important, not age
I still feel the same as at 18
No matter how much I learn
I still feel the inequalities
The anger, it still burns
I understand the way that the world works more now
But it makes less and less sense
And instead of mellowing out
I  feel more wound up and tense
More innocent victims in their wars
More women and children die
Still the bombs drop more and more
I still don't understand why
I cannot be the only one
Who sees what is going wrong
Who will read this, write their own version
Whose voices will join my song ?