What the world tells the artist

the world tells the artist
it's all wrong wrong wrong

to an artist thirsting
to be seen
to be touched
by a people touched by his words/paint/clay/tune

when the world denies it is art,
it is most likely art
for the sake of making the world
so vehemently reject it

when the world tells the artist
it's all wrong wrong wrong
they are more than likely
so Right- Right- Right- winged
parastical eight-headed beast of darkness

this is why only the artist can stand and speak
for the unsung hymnal heroes
in the ghettos and street corners
behind dirt and grime
cowering over buckets and bags
of the littlest art.

Because the artist has shaken in the presence of the real darkness
and not the pathetic right.

And in that case,
it IS so wrong wrong wrong
and so perfectly full of greedy needy must-hears/sees/speaks.