This poem is a peaceful call to arms. It has a message of hope, and unity- something that has been lost in our Trump-led world. Originally it was a longer poem, however, much like graffiti, the rest peeled away and was lost to time.
Travelling home the other day, I spotted a curious thing,
In a tunnel full of water, someone's son or daughter
Had had a wonderfully dyslexic eureka moment,
Flipping the 'L' around, they put 'love' into revolution,
And this quiet solution got my neurons firing out.
Truth is, you're a brain inside a skeleton,
A self-naming organ that makes itself nervous,
And orders your lungs to breathe in ashfuls of smoke
In the vain hope that the pain might just stop.
But there's a 'lie' in believe, an 'if' in the life you lead,
If there was an 'us' in trust, maybe love would succeed.
Maybe it is not that easy,
Maybe all we are is temporary graffiti, just existing-
Afraid to love, to live, to smile
Because we know beautiful things get stolen by magpies.