Where art is colour, life is monochrome –
regardless of the medium one chooses;
we need bright jesters, spurred by faith and muses
to pierce the waning of a greyscale gloam.
Hominid hands adorned sepulchral homes
to ease the pains of Neolithic bruises;
downtrodden slaves’ graffiti still amuses
amidst the dusty ruins of ancient Rome.
a toddler’s rainbow – light chromatic bridge
to soothe the hunger of a barren fridge
a vibrant tune, kaleidoscopic ditty
to cheer your view across a dismal city
We thirst for Art – the art must never stop;
but still: fuck off with all your AI slop.
AWB
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