Clamour Of Change Poem by Okoronkwo Jonathan Jackson

Forever! Nothing remaineth.
In time to come shall
all things, new form take. To
Be as they never were.

Where it pleases, it bloweth.
So doth the wind of change. For who the wind ever caged.

Thy pride cease
for in time in the clamour of change,
thy laughter shall be unto weeping.

Thy tears dry, the wind of consolation bloweth
And in this clamour of change, thy mourning shall become joy.

Hold thy breath in peace.
This clamour above thy rumble-
makes the universe.

Unto one reality defineth. Yet
this reality unto this clamour subject. For
the reality we hold remains
But
under the process of change to become.