A bulldozer of truth

 

They say

this place is dead,

but I see

a big difference

I see the future ahead,

I see life

dancing

to every beat

of the heart

of this vibrant

colourful city.

The art scene

bringing the paint

in a

great wash

over the

dirt and grime.

 

The poets

articulating

veracity in

every word

they say,

in some

antics

of word

play they

get mouthy

to bring forth

a bulldozer of truth

crashing

through walls of

hateful distorted noise.

Bulldozing the past

for bright new future days

still to play.

 

The music making

the place bounce

and sway, as they

shake the

bloodstained

foundations, from punk to jazz,

to hip hop collabs.

This is not death,

but rebirth.

A retaking

of the earth

from those that

want it soiled

in spoiled thoughts

that they see as 2funky

for them.

 

They scream

about zombie towns,

about the down and outs.

Hate hidden as insight.

Outcry at anything new.

Stuck in a past that was

stained in misuse and abuse.

But now the seeds

are being planted

in communal gardens,

and new playgrounds,

so that a diverse

flowering future

can come true.

Plants vs zombies.

The plants always win.