The news grows grimmer everyday.
At night me and my wife watch it unfold on TV.
We eat our meals, silent, wondering what will happen.
She told me yesterday that we have a baby on the way.
Never get ahead, always a disaster, always a thing to fix.
Not enough food. Not enough money. Soon, will money matter.
I watch warily my friends and co-workers. Don’t know trust, now.
I will soon be a father. What kind of world is this?
I sit in the parking lot of the pawn shop. Undecided.
Buy a gun. Don’t. Which is right. Whom is to be trusted?
Whom will hurt me and my family? What is yet to come?
I will be a father soon. What kind of world is this?