DOUBTS AND DEMONS

Our further roads grow rather dark.
Developments have cast a haze
before our nation's future ways.
Our leaders often miss the mark -
they spur us on to outer space
before we conquer inner man,
which marks where all our faults began.
We do not seem to know our place.
Before we're fit to seek the stars
should we not live more peacefully here?
True understanding none would fear.
Warlike intentions are a bar!
We still hide monsters in the dark
who can explode from any spark.

- Buck Allen

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