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ART IS TIC-ING IN ME

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Art is tic-ing in me like time,

bombs exploding into thoughts,

tongue releasing words,

painting pictures with vivid colors,

light and dark shades,

gradients exposing depth

making a mess of sight as known – the illusion ever bold,

holding men captive to the senses of 5,

betraying the 6th,

within which art survives,

so this Art must blow,

like blood, those words must flow,

ceaselessly painting the streets with the colors of freedom,

Music! fill the air,

diffuse the scent of fear,

for here is the hour to disenchant despair,

lay ambush in every corner,

let the souls of men harbor them,

ticking every second,

consciousness lending instructive knowledge to the body

we advance to our foes terrain

Armed with devastating weapons of warfare

thoughts, words and guts

making injustice Judge its lieutenants

Corruption feast on its Children

And victory remaining our outcome

The hour has arrived

ART IS TIC-ING, IT’s TIME, EXPLODE!

 

by

Fakile Adesola Holyblaze

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