There was a child wanted the moon shot off the sky,
asking a long gun to get to the moon,
to conquer the insults of the moon,
to conquer something, anything,
to put it over and win the day,
To show them the running of the world was all in guns.
There was a child wanted the moon shot off the sky.
They dreamed… in the time of guns… of guns.

Taken from ‘Long Guns’ by Carl Sandburg.