The grass is always greener on the other side of a twenty six foot tall security wall.
A wall of hate and separation, built in fear of hostile infiltrations.
Walls like this werenβt meant to last as we have learned from the past.
Graced with graffiti, the art of outrage. Protesting politics and this man made cage.
An outlaw by choice painting in protest, yet even in fame he hides for fear of arrest.
He created art on the wall to attest itβs inevitable fall.
Like windows to a better world as if the wall had become unfurled.
It showed of paradise and bluer skies, children waiting with hopeful eyes.
Hope for change and a new start, as if things could be different because of some art.
We had to write a poem about a piece of art or an artist for poetry. So I chose Banksy. http://www.briansewell.com/artist/b-artist/banksy/banksy-palestinian-tag.html