The Winds of Time

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.

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joshua paul

the poem fs about what


Please tell me in what sense this is a political allegory!

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