Jake’s Dilemma

Jake died yesterday at the age of thirty three

By a bullet that hit him tense

Seeing him getting buried by the tree

It just didn’t make any sense

Now Jake used to live next door

And we all knew his tricks

His charm we used to adore

His gust would make us sick

All in all, Jake was fine

As fine as fine could be

A wife and two kids he left behind

With a mortgage and some grief

In the morning we saw them leave

Towards an unknown fate

And in the moments we could feel

Helplessness and Hate

Still I’m stuck in the same old jam

When I look back and see

Who was supposed to give a damn

The God, The Government or Me