One day I stood on a small hill

looking down at the lake on the day

of storms. I watched the waves

rising and falling. Swelling

swirling, churning and spuming foam

like mad bulls in a field with no grass.

How they surge!

How they collapse and rise again!

I had seen nothing like this before.

I watched them crash and soar

driven by the winds from the West and the East -

just like our world

and our lives

which rise and fall

on the winds of time.

Watch them grab power 

the way a drowning man clutches the leg of his friend!

Watch them clutch money

the way a child grips a doll

or a mad soldier grabs his rifle

to silence us.

They will rise and fall

and collapse,

driven by the winds of time.