The Wind Still Blows.
The wind blows hard n heavy - my ethics do not shift.
The waves grow large & ride over human-made structures - my ethics do not sway.
The ground quakes & shakes, underneath my feet - my ethics stay grounded.
The skies scream & exert the many pains from suffering abusive human exploitation.
My ethics feel matched, while my heart/spirit feels bittersweetness.
The wind still blows, despite it all.
- Que P. Banh.