21 May 2017 – Wind Hymn
Downwind from the noble gases
blown out from elitest asses –
fear not, children, this too passes!
Wait until the wind wafts all away.
Hatred seldom breathes contrition,
slipping into brief remission
’til it finds brand new munitions.
Even this the wind will waft away.
Winter’s not the end of knowing,
Spring calls us once more to sowing,
even Kings fear new winds blowing –
knowing that the wind won’t let them stay.