We
read in the papers and hear on the air,
Of
killing and stealing and crime everywhere.
We
sigh and we say, as we notice this trend,
“This
young generation...where will it all end?”
But
can we be sure that it’s their fault alone,
That
maybe a part of it isn’t our own?
Are
we less guilty, who place in their way
Too
many things that lead them astray?
Too
much money, too much idle time;
Too
many books not fit to be read,
Too
much evil in what they hear said;
Too
many children encouraged to roam,
Too
many parents who won’t stay at home.
Kids
don’t make the movies, they don’t write the books,
They
don’t paint bad pictures of gangsters and crooks;
They
don’t make the liquor, they don’t run the bars.
They
don’t make the laws and they don’t sell the cars;
They
don’t peddle drugs that mess up their brain –
That’s
all done by older folks, greedy for gain.
Delinquent
teenagers, oh how we condemn
The
sins of the nation and blame it on them:
By
the laws of the blameless the Savior made known,
Who
is there among us to cast the first stone?
For
in so many cases – it’s sad – but it’s true,
The title ‘Delinquent’ fits older folks too!
The title ‘Delinquent’ fits older folks too!
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