Tell Me 'Bout The Good Old Days Poem by ArmourQuill Hunter

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