The violence of the wind subsides around you,
and the burning rays of sunlight lose their strength
as they caress your face.
Your stature is majestic,
your voice so much like velvet,
your thoughts fly through the atmosphere
to create wonders far and near,
for your influence is unfurled
throughout the world.
Yet anger is a vice you cannot rule,
a habit most unkind, a most undesirable flaw:
tragic, comic, senseless,
that has put you on a crash course
with the brainless, crude and rancid few
that in their smallness see themselves as huge.
Those that in their ignorance exert their will,
their unchecked violence
and truly seem to think, think and believe,
that they’re not in need of guidance.
But this is all a fantasy, a dream, “a tale told by an idiot”,
a true, genuine creation, fiction of highest perfection,
because in all your strength there’s only arrogance.
Feet of clay cannot support
your head now filled with rocks,
for you’ve lost your course in history,
when you forgot that those who suffer misery
deserve a helping hand.
And if one day you’ll once again stand grand,
it will most certainly be
by stooping to alleviate the need
of those who struggle.
C.2021, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 24 SEP 2021, Ilica, Turkey