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Banksy live art

Your silent maid brushes all under the walled rug Political hush hush As our boys in blue chase white lines Along the street Around your signature red Dead phone box You are the stealth night fox Armed with the obligatory brush You spray your individualistic scent Hellbent to widen the closed eyes of acceptance You ridicule the prosperous And quite rightly so! You champion the underdog The tiny frame which drags the weighty smug and heavily arm the arrogant bug Your name is daubed across many a brick Hardliner Redefiner of all that is unjust A robin hood, to detest the sheriffs stale musk You are the champion Of many a soul An enigma of thoughts To the political toll A living breathing artist of mind Who fights for the cause of decent mankind

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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