Where the feet had trod

the hands had hewn

where wheat was sown

where Pigs did roam,

where words were spoken

battles fought

landowners built walls

became bespoke.

That is where

the wild wind blows

if you listen carefully

wise you will become,

for the history books

are full of lies

there is no blue blood

or blue eyes,

it is all a myth

born of wars

as well as of religion,

indeed the truth it is

stranger that fiction

that the wild wind

it will return

cast it's words

across the land,

tell the truth

they do not want to hear

for the wild wind

it has no fear

has no fear,

time is turning

bending back

giving truth

to those for centuries

abused

misused

the wild wind knows.