Derelict and Debt, Leith

The words so powerful, raw and bold,
Assault on the mind, young heart so old,
Spray paint or brush a story is told,
On a cold winter morn for all eyes to behold.

Do not hide behind your symbols and scorn
Do not ugly the city of which you were born.
Tell me a story with art and rhyme,
Show me a true artist and I will show you sublime.

Anne Marie