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.