We take the leap, we take it fast-
ticking watches, hour glass.
We break the bread and mold our men
into walking Johns and Abrahams
who lead us nowhere, safe and strong
to fight in battles, right or wrong.
and now I lay me, soft to sleep-
I pray the lord my soul to keep
for if john fights and causes harm,
at least I’ll always have the farm
on which we raised our little boys
to play and tinker with little toys-
tiny guns and men of war
are scattered all across the floor,
and legos left and right, I see,
are putting holes in little feet–
They’re putting holes in you, and me.