Past the Time Valentine

Is the grass greener under the battlement
The water swifter under the bridge
The lightening fiercer in the city
The thunder louder in the field
Is there now an inescapable control
Between the world as echo
Of collective human voices
Raised to the pitch of a hurricane
In terror and in want
And the next storm that breaks
Over the backyards downing houses
As if this violence wasn't very convenient
And could still be pinned on something else
Willed ignorance or blind expedience