where
where is your wisdom
roaring out across the plains of sand
whose vision was of despots
and in whose reign supplants another
so would a storm run to many storms
smaller as each cloud that makes it up
and thus the clever sun divides
whilst in its tensions peace declares itself
yet nature knows there will be darker days
for transpirations and the currents of the air
combine in whirlpools torn like faces from the watery graves
they form in air and coalesce
the menace of the storm again is born
do not ask about the seat of power
just know that its corruption
forms in vortexes whence pressure hammers out its form
across the lines of sand blown strife it draws its face
across the face of man its sweeps as ever in the dawn of ages
and sworn allegiance behind its aegis tramps
in the hopes of better days
such are beliefs
our folly is to wear them
as proof of legitimacy
belief is not truth
wise words in a wild world wandering
like a majesty
dressed and enveloped by a suit of guards and courtiers