Potential kinetic equal and opposite in Pomes and Epigrams

Raindrops make a smack smack sound
on my forehead,
as I lean into this storm. Watching
the smoke that ain’t fire barreling
towards me and all that is my world.
I won’t surrender.
We won’t surrender.
We see those blue skies and rainbows in
the distance.
Even if they are fake news
we’ve gotta head for something
Join our hands and fuse our late night
hallucinations of glory
into a plan
a revolution of the young and
indestructible
and the old and ineducatable.
Bust our seams, have faith in the
goodness of each other.
Recognize the trench we already crawl
along, dodging cannonballs lobbed by the
monsters we created.
Strike
Shout
Exsanguinate this doubt.
Sail into those contested waters and
impress the unwary, board
the Boards, the commissions, sack the
executive suite and pillage the retained
earnings, give papa her dividend.
Make those motherfuckers think beyond
their dang pensions, and
shall I mention
the tension
Between life
and the refusal
to live it.