Give me this day a faith not personal,
As follows:
The American people fully
With assurance policies, righteous and harmed,
Battle the world of which they're not at all.
That lying boy of ten who stood in the hall,
His hat in hand (thus by his father charmed:"You may be President"), was not
Nor even left uneasy by his fall.
Nobody said that he could be a plumber,
Carpenter, clerk, bus-driver, bombardier;
Let little boys go into violent slumber,
Aegean squall and squalor where their
Is of an enemy in remote
Unstalked by Christ: these are the better notions.
