These streets have been quite, sane; clear
And wordless testaments of conformism
But this week I choose to light the wick
Peeping out of the cold wax of defiance
Thoughts of you will kindle a little flame
But this wick will burn even in the winds.
“Post No Bills”; words emblazoned on emulsion
Shepherding cautious pedestrians into compliance
Faked smiles on fading posters have disappeared
Even lengthy revival names on episcopal banners
But me, I’m lured into defiance by my emotions
Who can beat me out of priceless heartbeats, for you?
So, tonight, I dare the municipal council
I will share with the world, on these city walls
Treasured images, only my heart has nursed
Let my sight into the possibility, even if only I try,
That a soul with soaring beauty defying gravity
Can weave through colours and brush into a graffiti.
The city will wake up to ambivalence
Of how the benevolence of your appearance
Can at once gratify all aesthetic longings, and touch
Their hearts, but also tear at their idealist core
Pray, if they get down the wall graffiti, they can’t
Cauterize the many hearts it already sits upon.
(C) Tobi Adebowale,
@tobisammyjay on Twitter.