Can you smell the winds of change?
Not confined by border or ethnicity;
It cares not about race, creed or color.
For so long the grass has been trampled,
Crushed under ornate boot heels,
Mowed down by the sharpest of blades
With no thought of the consequences.
Resilience is the way of nature.
Young shoots and saplings rebound,
They cannot be kept down.
Can you smell the winds of change
As they comes for you?
Your palaces and coffers cannot protect you,
Shuttered windows cannot save you,
We are not fooled by your fained sympathy,
Looking us in the eyes from marbled balconies
And lying through your yellowed teeth.
You do not know our condition!
You do not know our pain
As yours are the boots that have ground us to dust!
Take your hollow words and scream into the wind.
Choke on the vomit you spew,
Knowing that the end is near
And it is you that will be crushed
For all of the harm that you have done.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~