It came and took our breath away,
It came with so much speed,
It went against so many things.
It made our old men shake their heads,
It left our young men perplexed.
“Mother our roof is gone!!” said the child,
His mother said, “it’s this blasted wind”.
“Our crops are affected” cried the farmer,
Nothing would ever be the same,
Our children would never enjoy what we did,
This wind blew and took our hats away,
This wind came and tossed us around,
Scattering us around like the pollen particles.
This wind came and left wreckage in its wake,
“But what sort of wind is this?”, We asked,
With a voice hoarse and weathered by time,
The old man replied “It’s the wind of change”.

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