Granite Grace
Defiler of the world of beauty
belay the brush of ignorance
let not their feeble sigils
mar the majesty of mountainside.
May poverty’s rant
pierce a more appropriate heart.
Stroke with brush, paint and text
upon the face of greed and gluttony.
Waylay the money lenders
and with the prick of needle portray
their crimes in kind upon
each homely chest.
Graft in word and deed
find fees in revolutionary hands
rip the clubs of the rich
from their calloused grip.
Let the light of beauty sooth the poor
foul not the face of grace upon the granite hill.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2010
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