The Wind Still Blows South

The need of shoes, and clothing
Are seen in every corner.
The bodies on the circle turning
Proclaimed that there is hunger.
Yet as they held hands
I felt hope in the air.
I stopped as an observer
And left as a believer,
That hope still lingers
For all of these children;
And as they sing and turn and turn
In dirty clothes and worn out soles
They still have hope, I know;
Because they smile and wind blows,
Yes! wind still blows south.

Copyright © 2006


About B. Meza

Writing is liberating.
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