Who Owns the Wind?

The cyclone's riot clobbers cur and king.
Men's days stay slave to gravity and pain,
and fate will not be tamed by anything.

The Just among us always feel the rain,
and bear betrayal's unforgiving sting.
The cyclone's riot wallops cur and king.

When promises and oaths are sworn in vain,
no salve can soothe the madness it can bring,
and fate will not be tamed by anything.

When enterprise makes stride, then fades again,
the death of wealth can drive a man insane.
The cyclone's riot bankrupts cur and king.

And where within a prayer, is it made plain
mere utterance assures its gains attain?
Men's fate will not be tamed by anything.

To wishes, fears and fantasies we cling,
determined to our rootless lives explain.
The cyclone's riot hammers cur and king,
And fate will not be tamed by anything.