poetry

Tag

mad graffiti

 

 

E. R. Smith, 2018

Throwed up vibrant, the sour crux of the matter

Call me vandal, huh? Where’s your plan for me?

Infrastructure F–Ked up since my pop’s feet pattered

Demographics show me last on the list….maybe, we’ll see..

 

This battered wall, reminds of  vivid existence

Slapped woke, retaliating for unprovoked focused pain

This passive palette pushed, path of least resistance

Styling a marching movement, more than for ihe slain

 

World  peep gifts possible in all!  Nourish satiate the multitudes

Burning bombs on the wall bleed, crimes of exclusion

Artists fists lash out; violent pigments glow, unchecked attitudes

Opportunities for the red blood born,  won’t suffer occlusion

 

 

 

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