The Bible does says: the mirth of the land is gone
Now, kid’s ghetto blasters are blared upon the lawn
Whole families use to come together and sing…
Now (divided on issues) , their values thy just fling
As Mac McGovern says: there was a time before infamy
Long ago when priorities meant sharing with family
Recalling Jamie O'Hara song, Grandpa, sang by the Judds
The age of factories turned out wondering youths as thugs
Gone are precious values of family’s protective security
It’s every child for themself~ in a jungle of verbosity
What happen to the line between right and wrong?
Now, men glory in their shame for the loudest throng
Are we past turning the tide for such callous ones who hide?
God makes revolutionists, as Charles Finney, to turn the tide
Enough with movie makers, and fakers, setting a futile stage
Let them be struck by The Light, delivered from each cage
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem