The Horrible World

In the morning I wake
I feel the whole world shake
Have I done something wrong?
Have I sung the wrong song?
For I never know anymore
For the worlds manners are poor
I leave my house and lock my door
Will someone break in I’m not sure
I walk very carefully down the lane
I look behind to keep myself sane
As I get to the café alone I sit
I’m not very healthy or very fit
I see the police walking the streets
Knowing their work isn’t quite complete
I don’t understand the people in the world today
You don’t even want your children out to play
I walk home and find see the house to my left
I see the detectives and think
It’s a death My best friend might be dead
This is the part I’m going to dread
I go to bed and try to sleep Instead
I lay there and weep
In the morning I wake
And again I feel the whole world shake