WinD of ChaNgE

Silently it blows...
quietly, not touching the tempest, not disturbing the fire that is raging...
Silently it blows...
Through the jungles, over the trees ruffling a few leaves that would sing to it...

Ever so silently...
torn apart by the greed, the hate, the love, and the longing... she sits on a rock... beside which is a pool... made by the tears that she had been weeping the whole night...
Not once complaining...not once standing up... but the signs on the back tell of a different tale.
of stabs, of whips, of cigarette burns, a couple of oil burns...
And here she sits weeping all through the night... which seemed like a thousand years, and maybe it is a thousand years if put in the perspective of man... But what does man understand the tears of the virgin...???
A thousand years and more, man has studied every part of her... leaving not even one inch untried, undefiled and still it seeks out to pleasure itself more. Through its own greed, through the money it throws at her face... in the lewdness of its actions... Throught the trigger it pulls...
She sits holding her own hands together cos they are the only hands that will understand the pain the other feels... tears running through the plains of her cheeks to the roundness of the bosom that heaves ever so slowly not in ecstasy, which should be the case, but in sighs of grief of pain and more so of dejection... of utter disrespect...

Silently it blows...
across the seven seas, passing a ship with sails set out to ram the passing galley and bring down the troops waiting for a surprise attack...
Silently it blows...
stopping a while, marvel at the cherubic faces of little boys and girls hands folded, eyes closed in solemn prayer :-
Now i lay down to sleep, pray the lord my soul to keep

She walks out after man has put her notes, bills and cheques... of documents of land, of treaties, of bullish force and some with shares and stocks...
poor girl she stares at her fingers, stained by her own blood drawn from the very inners of her, meant to conceive the glorious day of freedom... the saviour...
She walks out, defiled, not by man but men...
into the woods, her only escape... the trees will hear her... dendroids... but they are withered and they age faster... some uprooted for services they offered but are not taken for granted... the rivers will hear her... but they run divided into canals, stopped at intervals to serve...the babble on the pebbles is now a roar on the turbines of the nearest damn...
she sits on a cut tree stump... the tears well up... she can hears the wars of old... the pain is unbearable... the womb is torn and now there can only be the destroyer that grows within her... and so she weeps in the silence of the woods that once spoke to her to comfort her...

Silently it blows...
across the whore house, blows between some legs of pleasure and bosoms of lust and power... heaving at every thrust
Silently it blows...
there he finds an old friend, whom he thought he would never have to court...
she sat weeping a pool... the pool was 5 feet deep and 20 miles long 4 miles wide... he at once knew she had been crying forever... the pool would soon drown the world... he had to pleasure her, court her before the world drowns in her tears...

Silently he blows, into her ear and she at once remembers the voice and looks up... but he is but a spirit, a thought an anomaly in her world... from a parallel universe he came to bring good tidings...
"WIND OF CHANGE WHERE ART THOU... SHOW ME THE LOVE THAT I WAS ONCE SHOWN, THE BED OF ROSES, THE SMILE AND LIQUOR, THE SOFTNESS OF SKIN... THE COURTING OF MY LIMBS AND THE EVER SO GENTLE LIPS OF TRUE LOVE" - She cries in pain, but softly like a gentle whisper...
he is silent for he is just a spirit a thought a non entity...
She falls down dejected once again... but the tears have stopped a while and he knows he had a message to give the world... for her to find her true courting so the tears would end and love would reign... the world would be safe...
he turns to search for true love to court his friend, his love, his only hope to save mankind... but for that he needed to search for a true man... for her... but how??? especially if he were to introduce her to man as PEACE...
WOULD MAN UNDERSTAND AND TRULY LOVE HER...?
wind of change that he is... Hope flies with him and he is sure to find MAN... and true love for PEACE....