THE WHISPERS OF THE WIND

The naive wind, Whisper secretly, To approaching summer, After long hybernation, From the rings of winter, Time to seek, Negro chief, The car hoots, Leaving behind, The bloody dust, Great one is around, The winds whisper again, THE BUSINESS TIME Need of our fleshy power, To pee on us again, To drill our vain dry, The whispers meant, The power of wind to stop rain, To stand against oppression, To be free at once, The whispers of the wind.