Walls speak in colours we refuse to mute

Walls speak in colours we refuse to mute (Remix)-2

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Walls speak in colours we refuse to mute,

Each stroke a verdict: “We exist, we resist.”

Blank bricks once whispered neglect—now they shout defiance,

Flags of paint unfurling truths no speech can frame.

Hold this town in your brush’s pulse—

Demand these murals live in law, not shadowed halls.

Let art be our armour, memory our rallying cry,

And when walls tremble under indifferent hands,

We’ll stand, paint-drenched and unbowed, guardians of tomorrow.

Under rain-slicked evenings our pigments cling

Like stubborn promises etched into salt-wind walls;

Each hue a lighthouse beacon calling out

Against the slow erasure of indifferent tides.

We clasp our brushes like oars—and row this town to shore.

When autumn’s chill would bleach our stories white,

We kindle colour in the marrow of each street,

A living covenant that memory endures—

So let no weathered hand or passing gloom

Wash these voices from our walls or hearts.