Art in public spaces
The system is under strain
There are marks on the Ferny Grove train
Coming into the home town platform
Marks and colour and fame.
Around the skins there’s Montana
Ironlak White Night are new
The lads are quietly hissing
The iPhones are dancing a few
This freedom won’t last forever
But Art finds the gaps in the wall
The powers that be
Can’t understand us
We have a different call.
We look for the canvas on bin lids
We paint on the roofs and the trains
We won’t stop a moment
For boring old pollies
For our hearts are flying, not tame.
Peter Breen 2024
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