Uncertain

To be uncertain.live in mist and fog
To tense the eye and feel the mind’s  a bog
To hope but not to know what it’s for
To be afraid of who comes to the door
As  if the visitor may be a dog
Fierce  yet irritated by  a frog

Who owns this machine, am I a cog?
Or am I lonely, mentally unfed?
Friendship is not purchased from  a store
We feel uncertain

Life is easier, teachers do not flog
Criminals not hung   nor  flung in mud
Yet of all  the world’s ills we are made aware
As at our little screens we  fearful stare 
Seeing refugees and  children dead
Calm is uncertain.