Life would be so simple if you were taken
by terrorists or some other faceless band.
I wouldn’t have to wonder where to stand
or should I act or if I were mistaken.
No cold self-doubt would leave me shaken
nor thought of criticism second-hand.
For once no need to ask, “Is this demand
less urgent than the passion it awakens?”
Just action, pure and unpolluted--
I’d load my guns and rage into the fray
with fists on skulls and blood (my own included)
flowing freely-- as the day concluded
I’d rescue you and carry you away--
but peaceful hours fill me with dismay.
