They haven’t disappeared.
They might look different than
before, due to all those baggy clothes.
But I assure you they are still
the same.
They just don’t paint with plant
stains or animal blood.
They now use spray cans, but they
still paint on our walls.
They wanna make sure they are
remembered, spreading their art around.
Hoping that someday, someone,
would look at their work and say, wow!
Just like we do now, when we see
those animals and those hunters printed on those dark caves.
They are here.
They haven’t disappeared.
They still paint in the dark.
Some people see them as criminals,
Others, well, they just see their
art.
Poetry by Nerea Duran
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