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.