Geograph - photograph every grid square

I'm not sure if this is intended to be a political statement or a form of art.
Whatever it was intended to be it hits hard. From a side on view the car seat takes the form of a loan figure sitting still.
The graffiti on the wall behind reads.
When the stars have gone and morning comes.
I found I no longer had purpose or name.
When the stars have gone and morning comes.
The good - the bad
The live - the dead
all became one in the same.
HOMELESS
A search of the internet fails to give a result for the poem.