The winds are angry
fighting wars
against each other and all
who stand in their path,
destroying…
angry with this world,
like only men can be…
birds are hiding full of fear,
cold, empty streets,
trees stripped bare...
with timid smiles
the sun is trying ,
to heal the raging souls…
in vain…
the battlefield of human hearts
will see no peace
until the last enemy is slain


Sybille (Sydney) Krivenko 2007