Any Hope Left?

If you let me, Poetry, I'll travel to the Moon, On worded wings And Dreamy Might. No expensive spaceship Needed. A good dreamy Whisper, Will catapult me To Space's, Quiet delight Where it will always Be night, So the stars Will still be shining While on Earth All they'll be doing Is insulting and killing Each other, for power And planning, The economic misfortune Of one another, Proposing universal "free care" When they don't "give a damn" Like Clark Gable said to Scarlet, As he left, for God knows where?