This poem is written completely in
iambic pentameter and is about the small
punk band that my friends and I are in, called Hack 7, of course, and in the bandleader, Brian’s, voice.
These are the days that
echo in my heart,
That sound themselves in
secret wishes, known
To only me, but now, I'll tell you here.
I want the
music loud and strong and
fierce,
I want it
quick and smiling to the ears,
I want to make the
music, sounding true.
There is a
stage that has our name somewhere…
I want to be the first, I want to
sing;
I've written words and written
songs to match.
I know, one day, the world will hear them all
Because the world still needs someone to
play
Where others
balk and sit and do not
hope.
The world needs us and who we are to play
We are the first, and not the last...we are...