The fire burns into another lie.
Another reason to stand your ground and watch life pass you by
A mural of words
A composition of thoughts
Stand your ground… apathy hope is not.
Seconds mould ‘now’ into a minute of a year
Of a fire that dies leaving embers of lies to be told
About us, about them, about her, about him. not art.
Stand your ground. Life is an exhibition.
Read the murals. Hear the harmony of thoughts.
We still live in an era of prohibition
Guard your art.
boca
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