Graffiti - W. Weaselhausen (Poetry)

Updated: Sep 20, 2018

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.


Still...


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.


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