Art has to be foisted on people
Pushed through the doors of indifference
Stuck on billboards of vacant mind
Paid for in guilt, tax-free
Conscience of the inhospitable State
Otherwise
There will be no Art
Only the creativity of the void of
Cornering Markets.
(Previously published in SubtleTea, Oct.2003)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think that we are so fortunate to have so many wonderful artists and have the freedom to express themselves in a way only they would know.Love Duncan