Never did we parting
Though age childhood’s door step
Torture sin’s brow further nor we
breaking joy’s lyre, commit no sin
Justice was crime, details print the mud
Murder sung soft drowned by screams
Robbery’s rich screams committed the air
Humor me art, justice your muse
Sinful art world painted by whores
Robbery, though crime, nothing to death
Replied art’s voice, humble in pride
Justice speaks low, money speaks loud
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“Above all, we are coming to understand that the arts incarnate the creativity of a free people. When the creative impulse cannot flourish, when it cannot freely select its methods and objects, when it is deprived of spontaneity, then society severs”- JFK