Sometimes I ponder, and wonder,
will the blackness of space,
ever be home to our human race?

Will my children go there?
My father thought his would,
and I would if I could.

Or will our political bodies,
keep all our eggs in one basket,
which may be our casket?

We have the technical smarts,
to keep everyone fed,
and give each a bed.

But as a race, we're just
not right in the head.