Pavement Artist Poem by Raj Dronamraju

I came directly from somewhere burned
Somewhere used up, somewhere worn and empty
All that we have is the mind
We write and perform our own television shows
We hoard pencil and paper as if valuable commodities
We make boardgames out of cardboard
And dice out of rocks and animal bone

This umpteenth generation of poverty
Are forced to make their own entertainment
We were given two hands and a brain
And the ability to use them to improvise
Improvise! Our creative ramrods will never be blocked
That's a rich man luxury
We're hungry and salivating to express
Let us seize the tools, brothers and sisters
The next revolution will be left brain vs. right brain