Message on the Wall

Do you see these colors painted on the wall

Smudges of purposeful, destroying graffiti

Splashed in colors of which some I don't know

Words I wish I had never read

A point of pity and new inspiration

Behind the rush of complete anger

Why would they do this, look at what they've done

Yet I know, I can see why

The world is cruel, life is harsh

They've felt its wrath and have bore its pain

They have walked in front of us and called for help

But know this is the only way we'd stop

And so we do, every day

Halting in our tracks on our way to work, home, school

To read this message, to hear this cry

What a shame we misinterpret it

At first we yell at the disturbance of the cleanliness

And next at the horrible minds of the doers

Funny how we don't even know who they are

Or understand at all why they did it

Some have no homes, others would rather not

A constant nightmare is their every moment

With less love, less compassion

Living on in a devil's maze

Their clothes are torn, cheap to an extent

Their faces weary, dreary, exploiting loss

They become more reserved, hiding in their hoodies

Or with their scarred hands buried in pockets

Of course, as humans, our eyes observe false

And we see this as an ongoing threat

We pull close our children and hold close to our lover

In fear drawn from assumption

So life goes on as it always does

And they continue to roam the streets

But next time you see a message on the wall

Understand you have no right to blame them