Asked to say in round ups
Just in few words
It's like southern hospitality
But not of chickens on the run
More to do with the blues
Parables on walls
Verses, left for the masses
Heroes made of the ordinary
Smooth, slow, inch by inch
Note by note; in inscriptions
In rhyme, in rhythm, in play
That sound with passion
Built into the DNA of vision
Seen in revolution, this is silent rebellion
Coded sounds for the faithful
To hold like promises of emancipation
This is a new genre, in the know
Before explosion, outburst
Graffiti on the walls
With coded messages
It will come to have its followers
And believers, doubters, critics
This is what we came to make of poetry
Comedy and made it our own
This is free thinking
From pen to paper and beyond
To thought provoke
This is words without borders
To say in a nut shell, just in a nutshell
What a lyrical poem. In a nutshell, to quote Simon and Garfunkel, "the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenant halls..."
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Wonderful poem. I have learned some of the most profound things by reading graffiti...
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ReplyDeleteI appreciate poetry that allows me be educated from a different perspective. That was very interesting
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