Little Men – Day 4

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.


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