The soft spoken winds,

Told me a secret that none ever willed,

With a gentle tug and low moan,

It whispered the pain and groans,

Of the southern seas.


There I lay wide awake,

Terrified I made the same mistake.

It told me the warfare of the distant lands.

That stood silent despite growing connections.


With courage I muster,

I walked through the barriers that stand.

And the cold winds brought in rain and thunder.

For the cries of the numerous people offshore.


I reached out and grabbed hold,

Of the people that grew thin from drought and cold.

As if with cue, the groans subside.

And I am left with nothing but a terrible dream.


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