| 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. |
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