we need more bombs
more incendiary devices of the verbal kind
we need the righteous anger
of my well-spent youth
cranking handbills on handpresses
we need the fervent furor of the zealot
who will fight the good fight
no one seems to care about
in Baltimore in Ferguson in McKinney
we need more passion more rage
we need this for the righteous
for the broken-hearted idealists
whose hells are paved
with others good intentions
we need for them to rally
Buddhists say to let these attachments go
to leave behind desire for what is not
and yet engaged Buddhism
we need engaged Buddhists
we need compassionate anger
we need more bombs
I love this poem. The repetition of We need more bombs is surprising and perfect.
Thanks, Caitlin. I wasn’t sure about it as a refrain.