Weatherman Poem by Jaime ReyesHildel

The weathermen told me the wind was blowing towards the west
But I don’t need to tell them I felt a slight pull to the north
I don’t know why I felt it best
To follow them instead of flying up and away.

My friend Schroeder felt kind of strong about things
And went to class so he could be a part of things.
I sat around that day in a mess of my own violence,
And decided to do something about it all.

But by the time I was ready to do something
Fred was dead, three years passed
And Vietnam was left red.