Downtown Fleet Street a Mural Mecca
Projecting images of inner city life like flash cards
On otherwise derelict walls.
Artists and volunteers of all stripes
Incarnating the spirit of Bob Marley.
An open-air space transformed
Becomes a hub of self and pride.
A happening where Shango inspired
With a vision of an ongoing art project
Extends his thumb and forefinger
To a captivated stranger soaking up
Reality, strength and possibility,
ingredients of a Kingston stew.
– Carol Chapman
The dim light has burnt off its sight,
And here I stand prisoner to my fright.
Hope that fetches my heart,
Is crushed and broken apart.
It was the sky drifting through the wind,
My grace has lied and sinned.
A soul that is grey ire,
Is my mind’s utmost sire.
Your sight will lure for my trust,
But it’s all shadows and dust.
– Simon Rosea D’vinca