THE WIND AS A COWARD

COWARD OF A WIND

What kind of man are you?

Why can`t we see you?

Why can`t we touch you?

We only hear you

And feel you

And get blown by you

You even blow the dust into our eyes

And make them hurt.

Then the next minute you`re gone

Why can`t you stand and face us?

Why?

You think you`re conquering us

But aren`t you just a coward?

You hide your face

You come from behind

And take us unawares

And you think that`s called victory?

I call it cowardice.