It Doesn't Look Good For Us, My Friend

When's It Gonna End

It Doesn't Look Good For Us, My Friend

Chaos has been unleashed

People are dying in the streets

When's it gonna end

It doesn't look good for us, my friend

Thoughts and prayers

And heartbreak is near

For people we love

People we hold dear

Friend or foe, these days

It’s hard to know

When’s it gonna end?

It doesn’t look good for us, my friend

Hate, hate, it’s everywhere

Where can we be safe

Where can we find peace

When can we get there

We can’t get along

We can’t listen or hear

We can't agree and don’t even try

We can’t be kind? Why? Why?

Sadness, sadness every day

More bad news, more people die

Or they live and they suffer

And we don’t even try

When’s it gonna end

It doesn’t look good for us, my friend

It gets closer and closer, every day

We think, we’ll just go, we’ll move away

Where, where are you gonna go

Where you will be safe

With no violence, no hate

No corner of this earth has peace

When’s it gonna end?

It doesn’t look good for us, my friend

The torrents, the drought, the fires, the heat

Whole towns in disarray 

The smoke spreads over the land

Clogs our breathing, sticks in our throat

Our ship is sinking, something new every day

When’s it gonna end

It doesn’t look good for us, my friend

The tears, they fall, just like the rain

The prayers are desperate, desperate like the pain

Sickness, disease, hunger and neglect

The most vulnerable, we are meant to protect

But we look away, we don’t want to see

It only matters if it happens to me

When’s it gonna end

It doesn’t look good for us, my friend

The world is ending, that’s what people say

But I feel it ended, on a quiet day

You can’t disagree, it causes insult

You can’t offend, it causes massive change; not in a good way

You can’t read books, ‘cause they might make you think

You can’t love who you love, 

Unless people say it’s okay

The weak, the meak, we are meant to protect

But they are inconvenient 

Not a part of our day

So we see the suffering, but we look away

It doesn’t affect me, so I’ll keep going my way

When’s it gonna end

It doesn’t look good for us, my friend

I sit in quiet contemplation 

Pain in my heart is white hot

And I think about my blessings, so many

And I pray for those without

I reach for my faith and I know He is there

But these difficult days, these chaos days

Make the time so hard to bear

He walks beside me, I have no doubt

And I pray for Him to show up 

In the lives of those who need Him most

Before it is too late, this collision course with fate

We can turn things around, I pray, I hope

We can help our neighbors, families, and friends 

Those we’ve never even met

We can be kind, lend a hand, help each other up

Watch what we say, politely disagree

Let go of the hate, before it eats us alive

That’s the only way we’re likely to survive

When’s it gonna end

It doesn’t look good for us, my friend

I wrote this in response to the mass shooting in Maine. My daughter lives in Maine. I was devastated to hear about yet another shooting. It was just the icing on the cake in what has been difficult times. There are so many things to worry about...political unrest, hate, division, weather disasters, and people being cruel to each other on the daily. I'm usually a disgustingly positive person...to the point where I annoy my family and friends regularly by always looking on the bright side. I pride myself on that. I believe there is always a bright side and always something to be grateful for. But even I have down days. And this, the day I wrote this, that was one.