The city walls are mine...
Bismillah ir Rahman ir Raheem
Graffiti etched on the city walls,
Scream for peace,
And promises of faith,
And slogans of hatred,
And of holy commandments.
Spill out the ugliness of the people,
And dig into the spiritual dearth,
And claw at stark reality,
And shame the peace lover,
And soothe the wanderer.
The city walls are scriptures,
Of an unholy, blasphemous people,
And of absent minded drug addicts,
And of cluttered minds.
The city walls are canvases,
To filth and to wonder,
And to lost souls,
And to the grief stricken,
And to the artistic intellectual.
The city walls tell stories,
And break taboos,
And enlighten and clutter,
And welcome the stranger.
Awesome
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