Hood rules

I love strolling through my neighborhood,
unsolicited art makes me feel real good.
Humans sharing their vision,
without asking for permission.

Still images producing movement,
tuning me again into the moment.
Life will prevail, they seem to say,
and make me smile on my way.

Isn't that pure anarchy,
or just the creator's vanity?
Freedom of speech needs no words,
freedom of thought needs no swords.

If you feel attacked by art,
it's time to get more smart.