Its when an Idea hits brush and Paint
But on both sides of the stage the image still is faint
Its when your ideas are stolen then get picked up and made golden
Hung by a new nail hung in a new galary
How much this cost Imean your salary
Artist make things people dont need
Only if its their dreams that are the ones that want to be set free
Idont necessarly care what you think of me but what you think of yourself
And how you lay out your plans
Half the time this will never be grand
Let me aplaude
after all this is for a great cause
Shatter me with your lies it belongs with your crimes so thats finee.
Que sera. Que sera.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
that is a very good poem thanks for posting I hope you get a chance to look at mine