The Delinquents


We read in the papers

We hear on the air

Of killing and stealing

And crime everywhere.

We sigh and we say

As we notice the trend

“This young generation!

Where will it all end?”

But can we be sure

That it’s their fault alone?

That, maybe most of it

Isn’t really our own?

Too much to spend;

Too much idle time;

Too many movies

Of passion and crime;

Too many books

Not fit to be read;

Too much of evil,

In what they hear said.

Too many children

Encouraged to roam

By too many parents

Who won’t stay at home.

Kids don’t make the movies

They don’t write the books

That paint a gay picture

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 build the cars.

They don’t make the drugs,

That addle the brain;

It’s all done by older folk,

Greedy for gain.

Thus in so many cases

It must be confessed

The label “Delinquent”,

Fits older folk best.

By “The Patriot” (Adelaide, Australia)

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