PARENTS EAT FREE, BUT CHILDREN MUST PAY
There are empty churches and synagogues where parents used to pray.
Their hollow echoes whisper "Children must pay."
Parents work at night,
The children are alone.
Value judgements have all but disappeared;
The TV set has made a clone.
Ms. Brown next door made the former children cake.
The newer children repay her by what they can steal or take.
The computer screen wiles away the hours;
What used to be is trampled like the flowers.
The drug scene is fed as hay by elders without care.
The children inherit the chaff with the blankest stare.
There are evil monsters lurking on the land.
Most can not see them and savor the bland.
It will all stop when Love reins His arm that day.
For now parents eat free,
But children must pay.