"Should graffiti be judged on the same level as modern art? Of course not: It's way more important than that" - Banksy
----- A Jinjagoliath poem: 1st November 2021 -----
The joy I find in colour This extraordinary thing Tiny backstreets shout with vigour Freeing prison walls to sing When the streetlight slowly flickers On our lifeless habitat The creative human passion Has to put a stop to that Sweeping through the streets of dullness All the litter and the dust Bringing hope back to the hopeless Recall our heritage, we must We're all kings and queens in waiting Not for privilege or wealth; To return our fallen kingdom Back to Eden level health I just love; we rise and conquer Those who want to keep us down Every sapling through it's concrete Every happy smile from frown.. The human spirit moving From a warm place deep within. We're a people full of rainbows From our paintbrush hearts of tin.
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