By the winds from the west.
Or sparks set off the insides that
Churned out in protest.
No one knows.
When it took over minds, fiddled
With the hearts to overpower
Human will.. Everyone who had
Forgotten to speak coughed.
Cough, Cough. A terrific cough.
They coughed while they stood.
Coughed while they sat.
They woke up coughing and
Fell down battered by the cough.
The cough gulped the laugh to
Cough more. Pulled up the
Intestine to amplify its choke.
It slapped awake the ones asleep,
To force open their hearts.
Kicked down the haughty heads,
To compel a grounded walk.
Some toiled, built, sang, danced
And toned their cough in shape
To become poets. Others blamed,
Grappled and grudged.
And strangled themselves to
Self-pity and hate.
Few, who became good coughers.
Preached the art of coughing.
To become self-proclaimed babas.
And the ones who mastered to
Cough it out loud,
Made assurances to censure it
And won elections..