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The Travelling Wind
The wind journeys On the back of a tired camel, Traversing the Sahara to the belly of the ocean bringing painful ease as a squire. Many hearts break For this journey is not welcomed. What have you not done? Heads no longer wear shades For roofs are birds Flying like picnic kites. Farms unrepentantly raped Harvesting sweats Sown under heat and in rains Without a token of appreciation. From coast to coast, nations whine, Lamenting of your good deeds that have left millions stranded and naked. Yet, your bowel never filled, the thirst never assuaged. Flee back to whence you came For you've made enemies of many. A little of you Is what we desired.
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