The Humorous Wind

A wild wind

Blows

On the eastern

Shores

Of Chicago

Down the lakeshore

And through the streets

Of a city

In a constant state

Of repeat

And repeat

So the sun lights

A small grain of sand

One by one

All again

For the Sake of Harmony

For the sake of harmony

What is at stake

To be given freely

For the greatest

Take

Of happiness

For the collective

I would forsake

Opinions

Fake and foiled

To listen instead

To be patient

Rather than turning red

In the face

So for the sake of harmony

What will give

And what can we take