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.
