Graffiti all over the buildings, Oh my!
How can they let this go on?
The colors covering spaces we walked by,
Miss-matched browns would have covered each one,
If we were in the States, that is,
For graffiti is not condoned.
But in España it’s encouraged, it ‘tis,
Because it was there wherever we roamed.
A friend in Valencia said to me,
“I love to see all the folk art around.”
“The what?” I asked, wondering what I’d missed.
Was there a gallery to be found?
“The art on the buildings at the streets you’ve paced,”
Was his soft appreciative sigh.
“Are you talking about the graffiti?” I asked,
Astounded by his odd reply.
“Yes, the street art, or the folk art, we call it here,