Intermittent Winds of Change
Whirlwind
of leaves
Arising
from the ground
By
a briskly breeze of flying debris
When
the blowing wind of corruption dies down
It
won’t happen by itself
It
will be accomplished by men and women
Who
stood firm during troubling times
And
when the wind of resistance passes
Then
there will be a degree of satisfaction for the masses.(By cigarpoet)
