The dignity of worth, the repaired woe?

We are not afraid as once we were
In 1963 when fingers groped
To end the Cuban missile crisis there.

Do we feel unreal or don’t we care
That we are on the edge of loss of hope?
We are not afraid as once we were

Have we so much News we can’t take more?
We struggle in our day life just to cope
Who ends the nuclear crisis that is here?

Have we split off feelings of despair
In case this anguish  blocks our little throats
We are not afraid nor numb, it’s clear

Can we  find again or  now acquire
The dignity of worth, the consoled woe?
Who will navigate such wild desire?

The  envy we seem locked in does require
Destruction of the other as its foe
We are not afraid as once we were
Of  nuclear crisis and its dead dismay