I may be oversusceptible to news
But what I see in the papers leaves me numb.
The bomb. The ultimatum. Wires hum—
Adult impersonators giving interviews,

As if that helped. What would? I’ve thought of it.
With all due ceremony—flags unfurled,
Choirs, priest,—the leaders of a sobered world
Should meet, kneel down, and, joining hands, submit

To execution: say in Rome or Nice—
Towns whose economy depends on crowds.
Ah, but those boys, their heads aren’t in the clouds.
They would find reasons not to die for peace.

Damn them. I’d give my life. Each day I meet
Men like me, young, indignant. We're not cranks.
Will some of them step up? That’s plenty. Thanks.
Now let’s move before we get cold feet.

Music we’ll need, and short, clear speeches given
Days of maximum coverage in the press.
We’ll emphasize disinterestedness,
Drive the point home that someone could be driven

To do this. Where to go? Why not Japan,
Land of the honorable suicide.
And will the world change heart? Until we’ve tried,
No one can say it will not. No one can.