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.


This poem is about: 
My community
My country


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