Toys us are

We are the playroom toys

of gods that will not fight

we are set up by boys

of transcendental might.

Our purpose is to serve

to strike the enemy

give them what they deserve

so blind they cannot see.

The other figures stand

for other little men

a homicidal band

who ask not why but when.

We must not back away

we must defend our god.

So we stand fast and pray

a brave and faithful squad.

They line us up in rows,

they form us into squares,

then knock us down with blows

cause carnage without cares.

When we flinch at the bombs

they whisper in our ears

you are my special ones

and victory is near.