Times are a changing

As we look beyond the plains swift winds are a blowin, the once blue calm skies are grey. There is a nervousness in the air. Everywhere you read there seems to be a perception that we are about to experience an unstability of new dimensions. The untouchables are now being scorched by the fury of wreckless behaviour. The once secure establishment has now lost its lustre and the beacon of light has dimmed. We are now looking at troubled unchartered waters. The compass of direction is no longer a source of surety. The captain has abandoned ship and it is each man for himself. The last count of unanswered is still unknown. These are turbulent times and the waters keep rising claiming victims in every social status. The mouth of greed is swallowing the have's and have not's showing little mercy. Each and everyone of us knows a casuality and fright has taken ahold of us. As human beings we are the hunter being captured by the game. Indeed times are a changing.