Opening the Floodgates

Perhaps, open floodgates
are reason enough for the tears,
having come at the end of a drought,
and as the end of a drought, as a storm.

We fight, war or no war:
hot war or cold:  (even over the
weather, whether it’s good or bad,
not merely needed or unneeded,

as the case truly may be).  Truth is,
the fighting remains,
as does our history of violence
and our embarrassment of riches.

Truth is, the money and the power
empower the fight, defining one’s enemy
according to his power  and his money,
and though the enemy may be formidable,

we lack much in truth.  Better breathless
than dead, better tearful.