Bits And Pieces They waited patiently standing in line hunger made them quiet un-childlike too quiet for children standing in line. Who knew what they’d be when they grew up those children tinker, tailor, soldier, spy on our side or theirs whoever the us and them are. Now we know for certain that they’ll be none of those things now they’re scattered in bits and pieces bombed to bits just in case. Futures laid to rest in bits and pieces just in case.