I am a warrior of sort Art in ceramic, paint, clay,even tape Whatever I can shape, words I try to recreate a world That stigmatizes creativity And I laugh because they will need me We live in a place full of hate Corporate hands that are heavy And a mother that is sick From the evils we invent Earth evolving, at an alarming rate To soon emanate the overshoot Of our population, that has overtaken her health And wealth is still only measured by paper Intelligence by our ability to be intellectual I create, and soon enough they will see They need me. And I will be part of a powerful force That has been overlooked A warrior, single soldiers Marching along with all the other creators And problem solvers of the world Now stand there and stigmatize Hide behind a degree Tell me my dreams mean nothing I am an artist, why is that so funny? Will it still be when we are all running? From the re-precautions of out today Will what I do still seem like play Or will we see it a different way Creations and good ideas embraced And when creators try to save the world When they are finally heard Will things stay the same? Art be the bottom Of the shoes successful people walk on The socks of corporate stature Will they still overlook the power of creation? Power Donβt forget about the people We do more than math We can heal, just like we have harmed Time to be alarmed, time to listen New generation, faced with this new condition Said the artist As no one listened
Not sure if the longer or short version is better. I don't know where to end this!=D