you drew the faces
pale, happy, sad and hungry faces
they came from far away to see the spectacle
deep inside
my heart kept on beating
wanting, yearning for just a piece of your soul
but i can only imitate and disgracefully mock your soul
you are a rock
overabundance of love and imagery has hurt you
and at times it has trampled all over your bones
they have called you worthless and crazy
but today i will call you KING
did you know that the sound of your milk crate
scraping against the pavement
reminded me of the song "Money" by Pink Floyd?
poem by Jose Delhart
inspired by Felix Morelo's art
please watch this video in relation to the poem
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