In Praise of Street Artists
Industrial decay
Left the workers in dismay.
Jobs lost, life costs.
The buildings are in ruin
Yet the teenagers pursue in
The creative inspiration
This nation chases them away from.
So here's to the street artists
Who have the poqwer to harness
The capacity
To stand for We.
Their expression
Masks our depression.
The decay in the alleyway
Is their colorful getaway.
Stay.
This poem is about:
My community
My country