We read
in the papers and hear on the air,
Of killing and stealing and crime everywhere.
We sigh and say as we notice this trend,
This younger generation -- where will it end?
But
can they be sure it's our fault alone?
Are
they less guilty who place in our way
Too many things that lead us astray?
Too much money, too much idle time,
Too many movies of passion and crime.
Too
many books, not fit to be read,
Too much evil in what we hear said.
Too many children encouraged to roam,
Too many parents who won't stay at home.
Kids don't make movies.
We don't write the books,
We don't paint "cool" pictures of gangsters and crooks.
We don't make the liquor, we don't run the bars.
We don't make the laws and don't make the cars.
We
might sell the drugs that muddle the brain,
But it started by older folks, greedy for gain.
Delinquent teenagers. Oh, how they condemn
The sins of a nation and blame it on them.
By
the laws of the blameless, the Saviour made known
Who is 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!