If there were peace bombs
would we drop them?
Would we board our fighter planes
and release peace into the atmosphere, the at-most-fear?
The heightened level of anxiety that so many
children have to go to sleep to swimming in?
They don’t count sheep,
they count seconds between explosions,
they count lost family members,
they count unnoticed teardrops
and crumbled buildings that used to be schools.
They don’t count sheep,
they don’t sleep.
They live waking nightmares that
are disguised as revolution and dressed as progress.

If there were peace bombs,
would we stockpile them,
hold them back from the world
and wait for the perfect
and most capitalistically opportune time
to drop them on the Arab Spring
and the Egyptian Evolution
and the Syrian Seizure of Power,
and the American war-zones here at home,
where we brandish weapons against each other
and defeat our own people with different skin color,
or would we wait and just let them devour each other?
Would we forget our transgressions,
dispel our aggressions and see that
healing should be our only obsession?
Would we intercede with our peace bombs
and fulfill the need to breathe
a collective sigh of relief
that there won’t be the start of World War Three,
because we have peace bombs,
and we will drop them for free?

If there were peace bombs,
I would be all for dropping them,
I would form coalitions
so there would be no hope of stopping them,
the peace bombs
would rebuild cities,
and bring back the dead,
the peace bombs would take back all
the unnecessary bloodshed,
If there were peace bombs,
there would be no more war,
there would finally be oneness
and a New World to explore.

If there is a peace bomb,
drop one on me,
because it’s breaking my heart
that war is all I see.

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Assistant Ed: Dejah Beauchamp/Ed: Sara Crolick