I yell into the wind
The last voice of freedom
The last voice of true peace
The voice
The call
Against the oppression of this world
Against the chaos
Against the noise
I yell into the wind
The final instructions for the future
For peace for the human race
I yell into the wind
Hoping
Praying
That someone will hear
That someone will take up the call
That someone will continue the task
I yell into the wind
Knowing as my last breath draws near
I call to no one at all
But hope remains
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Makes one wonder what effect would yelling downwind rather than against it would do… but on several occasions I’ve for myself been able to yell into the wind, from mountaintops to sailboats ⛵️ to motorbikes .
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Wow! Profoundly powerful poem, particularly given the times. It feels so futile and yet we hold on to hope! Excellent poetic expression, my friend. Brilliant, even!
Thank you Tristan
You're welcome!
Good write T.
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Tony I have been accused of fighting the wind butI would never spit into the wind I know that much. Yelling into the wind seems a response to this last election. Good write Tony
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As long as you can yell, there's hope for you yet .. N 🙂
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Good write Tony
Thank you
I hear you.
Thank you
Hope should always remain Tony.
Andy
Thank you
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