Slap of his broken windshield wiper.
News: another homicidal city sniper.
News: All the world is at world war.
News: No one knows what life is for.
He squints his burning eyes to peer
Into the filthy slick and wintry smear,
Grips the shimmying wheel to steer
Down that road of familiar pain,
Driving to work in the driving rain.
His future has never been so plain—
One more morning dark and cold,
Meaningless life so stark and bold.
Choose: dying young or growing old.
Cursing this pitiless path he's on,
His mourning one more ugly dawn
Highway gray, the stars burned out,
The popular song an angry shout
Accompanied by a grinding noise,
An annihilation of remembered joys.
 
Tiny, helpless in this hopeless world,
Into this monstrous mystery hurled,
Horrible orbit of hate, push, shove—
What to earth could a baby bring
To make the monster stop and sing?
The absolute truth of peace and love.