Plaza of art

PLAZA OF ART

PLAZA OF ART

In a plaza where once death reigned,

Where once blood flowed from slaughtered creatures,

Creatures dragged to meet their deaths,

Now peaceful creativity reigns,

Where once the doomed beasts were herded,

People happily frolic on playful transport,

Darting around the plaza,

Filling it with joy,

Within the buildings, smell of paint replaces smell of blood,

Cries of animals´ anguish replaced by joyful chatter and laughter,

Artworks replace blood-splattered slabs,

Bitterness of slaughter has given way,

To sweetness of artistic creativity!

By

Dave Pearse