Do not fear the wind
When it blows from every direction
An assail poorly launched
Distracts one’s attention
Though you be tossed about
Stand firm and seek low ground
Till gusts of ammunition
Surrender to their wounds
But beware the ironclad armies
United in one purpose
Shear winds ravage all
Its aim to usurp us
A fortress undivided
Leaves no spoil worth the pillage
No pity for the innocent
Caught unawares in the village
March winds blow and we hang on
To all that’s firmly girded
The softest kiss and gale’s wrath
Can turn a heart unguarded
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