Concrete Rebellion
Graffiti veins pulse through the kingdom of cement,
sidewalk prophets preach a doctrine never bent.
Traffic-cone trumpets sound an asphalt psalm,
concrete rebellion, chaos calm.
Concrete rebellion–break that brittle mold,
cracks become the cursive where the future’s told.
City beats in riot time, rumbling from below,
concrete rebellion–watch foundations blow.
Pigeons act as couriers, rooftop code in flight,
Morse-code hammering of jackhammers at night.
Blueprints of the borough swapped for shards of truth,
concrete rebellion scrawls inviolable proof.
When they pave the echoes, we will echo still,
vibrations in the rebar undermine their will.
Towers quake with memory of footsteps running wild,
concrete rebellion–city’s feral child.
Patch the street?–We’ll etch it. Paint it?–We will peel.
Freedom finds a fissure every time they seal.