Old School
Should it be the year three-thousand seventeen,
I shall still write as an 'old' wizard,
forgotten it seems for the charlatans,
and modernists who have forgotten their roots,
and fail to understand that good art is timeless;
like the rappers who have forsaken Jimmy Hendrix ---
and real black music like jazz and blues ---
they have done so because they don't care about art,
but the glitter of gold and plastic-fame;
but fifty years hence,
will someone put their face on the Statue of Liberty?
Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2017
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