Can you see the wonder
Of the writing on the wall
Is it the majesty of art?
Or a mindless vandals scrawl?
I can see the genius
The artist and the can
All you see is trouble
A threat you want to ban
I feel the passion
Anarchy unconfined
They risk limb and liberty
To open the closed mind
A wall is just a canvas
Waiting to be sprayed
Artistry in waiting
A masterpiece unmade
Can you see the beauty
Of an empty space set free
I see no harm
Won’t you let the tagger be
I have seen the tedium
Of a world that doesn’t care
Dull and cold, monotonous
Lacking feeling lacking flare
A dead space
Criminally made alive
Suffering for his art
So his vision may survive
Yay! I couldn't agree with yer more, what an awesome Poem. Man, that felt great to read. All three times. Such a cool way of puttin' it how it should be said. Or writin' how it should be read. I dunno It's all good though That I do know. Keep well, 'Anna
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I would like to translate this poem
Nik, the trouble is, they do not stop at walls. Tombstones, church walls are all fair game to these mindless wonders. I know what you are trying to say, art for arts sake. I would have their faces sprayed blue...if I had my way. At least you triggered a reaction from me...which is what good poetry is all about.10/10 Regards, Ian