Community Service

1 Jun 2013

if walls could speak, they would shout

a thousand voices never heard out loud

this is who I am and I'll never hold back

what I think of you and these are the facts:

 

'i can't breathe anymore' says a kid to his home

as he walks far away, much too young to roam

through these broken down cities no one ever called tame

but he hears a new family calling his name

 

and she never felt free but now she's united

to someone who hates her; today, he decided

that baby ain't worth nothin 'til it's been born

and if he just killed it now, it'd all go back to the norm

 

HERE WE ARE we shout now on these walls made of brick

writing down everything that we couldn't admit

to our families or friends, and though we don't deserve it

the gavel hits wood; community service

 

and all those who wander with nowhere to go

but to just sit and watch the trains come and go

identify with us, though they ain't in our place

No, loneliness got nothin to do with race

 

but you sit there, afraid as you feel our tone

you agree with our words but you won't add your own

we reach out for the lonely, for all you too nervous,

graffiti IS my community service.

Reviews

[Great Aunt Astri]

A clever poem. Yes, walls must witness a lot but I don't think they always agree with the graffiti!