Let us bomb your neighborhood
Guided by our intelligence.
Let us erase your neighbor
Out of love.
Not you, not your children.
Bombs of love!
You should be grateful
After the dust clears
After the evil has been exploded,
After the crater
Has been filled and paved;
We will explode our way into your hearts.
We might miss our intended target. . .
Our missiles of love are no more accurate
Than our missiles of hate.
No one is perfect.
We will say “We’re sorry.”
And other words.
There is nothing to be gained
By challenging why we obliterate.
We have plans for your future.
We will make sure
That evil doesn’t return.
Our bombs are well-intended, moral bombs.
Bombs of democracy,
Antiseptic bombs of change,
Bombs of a new order for you,
Of superior judgment
And love.
—Gary Lindorff