When the statues went up people said it was Art,

A reminder of humanity amongst the concrete corners.

When the statues went up people said it was a blessing,

Fame dropped onto our little corner of the world.

When the statues went up people said it was hopeful,

Looking out from the library into the skies of tomorrow.

 

When the statues went up people said it was hopeless,

A university in its insensitivity that will never understand mental health.

When the statues went up people said it was misguided,

That they should have understood the way these figures could be read, what they could stand for.

When the statues went up people said they were ugly,

Not really art anyway.

 

And the statues stared on unblinkingly,

Silhouetted against a setting sun.