Graffiti

The first time i saw you
And the colours you fielded
I knew that you were crying
But not loud enough for help

I often wondered why
You choose bridges and culvets
Especially in the ghettos
But now i know

I come from where you are coming from
Our language is loud
We suffer the same fate
So we paint the world red and …

Have you noticed
How they divert their eyes
Driving past you on their way to the airport
Flying to hell in your colours.

Bose