If only the very important people realized how much despise

they cause around them; how much despair they gladly ignore

and how much shame they bring in the midst of their blind pursuits...

they’d start to live out in the open, be exposed to spells of nasty weather.

And then, the wind would turn their minds inside out.

Fog would make them lose their way.

At nightfall, blizzard would strike on them, like a bat out of hell.

Thunder would lift the lid of their secrets schemes.

Hailstone would shatter their eyes.

Lightning would get their souls ablaze.

Rain would clean their thoughts in full.

Frost would stop them from giving themselves airs.

And at dawn, sunshine would warm up their hearts.