It’s Snowing Again.
When snow comes, it used to be pretty.
It’s message was cleanliness and renewal.
Now, it falls on both sides of the fence, and
it punishes all of us equally.
It is hard to hate when the snow comes.
Yet, we find a way.
One side tries to be all things to all people, and
it fails in its own weakness trying to be thus.
The other side is stubborn and callous, trying to keep
as much of what it has gained for itself.
Heavy snow breaks limbs and lines alike.
It does not care.
Now, we know that rules are forsaken and power is taken.
We, the people, vote but it does not matter.
We, the people, vote, and some of us wish for the old ways when
right was right and wrong was wrong.
Today, the snow keeps falling, and the new ways
break our limbs and all of our connections alike.
We seem unprepared to take on any new challenges
since we are weakened by its collective sigh.
The burden of the heavy snow
falling continuously and irreverently at all times and everywhere.
No end in sight, and to many of us,
this seems quite unfair.
The world is ready to pounce on us now and take what
we had built over centuries, because we could not
hold onto our values. We cried and we wanted
too much.
The blizzard is now upon us.
