by Gayl Miller
The winds of separation
Have already begun to blow
Howling with a vengeance
So everyone will know --
The winds of change
You chose to ignore
Now you are hearing
The seas and waves roar.
Confiscating your land
With the winds of war
What the sea doesn't claim
Will be scattered afar.
Establishing enemy beachheads
Under the noses of the wise
To manifest their ignorance
To further your demise.
Running wearily to and fro
Your lifeblood has been leached
Mental and spiritual nomads
Your walls are being breached.
Creation groans -- your wounded moan
You're groping for some light
Pray you haven't cried out too late --
"O Watchman, what of the night?"