For the sake of despoiling.

Despoiling for the sake of despoiling. Happens all the time. Making a place less attractive. Especially by taking things away from it. By force.  Many of the graves had been despoiled. Industrial waste is despoiling the environment. Here in Sardinia. And all over Italy. I see monuments and statutes and walls  and kiosks. Despoiled by senseless graffiti.  Graffiti reaching almost everywhere. Granted, some walls have artistic graffiti. But that's the exception. Maybe I shouldn't even call it graffiti. More like wall art. But most of the stuff is horrid. To be done away with. Instead, it mostly remains. Because it's too expensive to clean up. Though the city of Carbonia, where I'm living this winter, made a token effort yesterday. Sending out a crew to remove graffiti from a city historical kiosk. With a steady blast of a chemical spray. It worked. Effectively. But don't bet that the graffiti won't occur again. On the same kiosk. After all, the world is full of despoilers. People that despoil merely for the sake of despoiling. --Jim Broede