Come what may, change is here,
In defiance of the tears and bloodletting of the heavens,
The stars protesting against the sun's turn,
Forgetting their span of life is spent,
New broom sweeps clean,
For the rainstorms to plough and irrigate new beginnings,
Dirt and thorny weeds are riders in the sea flow,
Defiance of change, no brook by the winds of change,
Pyramids built and fortified for permanence,
Shaken by the forces of nature,
No longer stand the test of history,
Birds' nests fall, no moment's existence is spared,
The forgetful and complacent,
Smothered by the loud bang of the havoc of the storms,
The ominous sound of thunder belittled,
Said to be weak and far from arrive,
The winds of change, vortex and straight flat push,
Bring yesterday in the mix and run away leaving the behind to cry rain,
Tomorrow kissed, tomorrow spat on,
Birds of season chasing the repeat of nature fervent,
Remonstrating chick lets perish in the field of learning,
Wisdom missed in the fast of the wind blow,
Only the wise men detect wisdom within the sound of the wind blow,
Yesterday, today and tomorrow, out of kilter by the winds of change,
Change, strange in the happenings in tow,
Frightens the hearts out, minds demented,
Hands held over mouths, too late to preserve life,
The winds of change, now the dirt of tomorrow in the vehicle of change,
Niki Nkuna,5 March 2012
Niki Nicholas Nkuna
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winds-of-change-19/
