Banksy's Lighthouse of Mystery Revealed Slowly
Banksy's latest art is a mystery to share, A lighthouse on a wall, with a message so rare.
In streets so grey, a splash of art did appear,
Banksy's latest piece, a lighthouse so clear.
On a beige wall, it stood tall and bright,
A beacon of hope, in a dull, drab night.
Banksy's latest piece, a lighthouse so clear.
On a beige wall, it stood tall and bright,
A beacon of hope, in a dull, drab night.
The words "I want to be what you saw in me",
A message so deep, a mystery to see.
A shadow was drawn, from a nearby bollard too,
A clever trick, to make the lighthouse anew.
A message so deep, a mystery to see.
A shadow was drawn, from a nearby bollard too,
A clever trick, to make the lighthouse anew.
The post gave little away, of the artwork's place,
Geoguessers tried, to find the hidden face.
Marseille in France, some said with a grin,
While others debated, the work's meaning within.
Geoguessers tried, to find the hidden face.
Marseille in France, some said with a grin,
While others debated, the work's meaning within.
A blurred figure rode by, on a scooter so fast,
In front of the lighthouse, a moment to last.
A graffiti tag read "Yaze", a name so bold,
Matching Marco The Polo, a story to be told.
In front of the lighthouse, a moment to last.
A graffiti tag read "Yaze", a name so bold,
Matching Marco The Polo, a story to be told.
The true identity, of Banksy remains a secret,
A mystery so deep, a career to inspect.
His works often speak, of politics and more,
A message so clear, in a world we adore.
A mystery so deep, a career to inspect.
His works often speak, of politics and more,
A message so clear, in a world we adore.
A Madonna and child, with a wound so real,
A piece from December, a story to reveal.
Banksy's art is a gift, a treasure so rare,
A glimpse of his soul, in a world so unfair.
A piece from December, a story to reveal.
Banksy's art is a gift, a treasure so rare,
A glimpse of his soul, in a world so unfair.