The Problem with Art

The Problem with Art   

 

My heart aches

My soul bleeds

Art is born

Truth is shared

 

Divinity for sale

If a buyer can be found

Takes time to create

Takes focus to create

 

Capitalists to feed

Poverty seen as failure

Not to be rewarded

Success a matter of chance

 

Right to life

Applies to the living

If it applies to a fetus

I stand before you naked

 

I am the face of autism

I am the face of abuse

I am the face of survival

I am the face of success

 

A voice without an audience

A heart rejected

From birth

Rising like the sun

 

Sybil my sister

Lilith my inheritance

The only failure in life

Is a lack of compassion

 

I sing a love song

The magic of faith

A challenge to humanity

Give peace a chance

 

I pray you like my tune

Because I can’t stop singing

My heart is full

My children stare hungrily

 

All I need is love

So I’ve been told

By the voice of God

And those more popular than

 

My only problem remains

What's a mystic to eat?