Graffiti

When you're rejected

Nothing of you is expected

You're hanging around

Painting the Town

With Graffiti

Expressing yourself

Deploring the wealth

Which surrounds you

Inner Cities can be so boring

And whilst Suburbia its snoring

You creep in the night 

With colours so bright

They thrill you 

Making your claim 

Capitalisms' to blame 

For our downfall 

And when the world has awoken 

They'll see the shadows have spoken

As quick as a blink

They'll see the shadows have spoken 

As quick as a blink

They'll stop and they'll think

Is this freedom?

Written by Marcus Richardson under copywright 2009