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
weren’t 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
it’s 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
