P. Anastasia

There isn't much to say to those who steal art.
I only wish they'd stop and take a message from the heart.

I ask, that for a moment, you stop and hear my plea.
Art is blood poured from our veins displayed for all to see.

Art is life and truth and tears,
Joy and pain and hopes and fears.

To those who steal art, I have written you a poem.
I know that you won't listen, you'll roll your eyes and groan.

But think twice before and give away what was never yours to start.
And imagine, how many years of love had been given to that art.