We are afraid, We are afraid 
We have made children of ourselves 
And toys out of a thousand things 
And boxes to store away our blame. 
We feel discomfort just the same. 
For still the sun deigns to rise 
We still see splendors in the skies 
We still have a hundred miracles 
And countries full of questions 
We still look to the oracles 
Agencies computers impartial polls. 
We are afraid, we are afraid 
Of the horrors of the night of the horrors
    we have made 
We fear ourselves and we fear another 
Before our blunders and our bombs we fear
    our brother.
 
©1972 William H. Southwell
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