The Wind

Breathing at the four sides of the universe,

with a gust, it soothes the pulse of the orphan's curse,

spreads the sound of the Hiroshima and Nagasaki's nuclear burst,

it sends the hi and greetings of the Everest mountain's loneliness,

the cheers and prayers of the Cavanal Hill's top end dwellers,

it takes us at the far end of Arabia, the realm of Muslims's baraka,

Italy, a realm called Roma, chanting and praising the glory of Hallelujah,

to Africa, the crib of humanity,

unveiling the so-called history,

by ending the myth of controversy,

over the king of heaven and earth prophecy.