Brightly colored hand painted clay beads with finely polished stones.

'Arts of Night'

Graffiti on the walls, grafitti in the stalls

Where are my eyes to turn?

A sore to the eye to passers passing by

But to you and I an outlet to burn

The walls that divide, the walls that protect

The roofs that shield the rain

Shelters called homes turn in to prisons

With little light to ease the pain

A rainbow in a concrete world

A mural in disguise

Defiance to towers of civilization

Sacred art of night.

-Anon