DELINQUENTS

Dear panderjam, I read this a few weeks ago, author unknown.
DELINQUENTS
 
We read in the papers, we hear on the air
Of killing and stealing and crime everywhere
We sigh and we cry as we notice the trend,
"This young generation, where will it end"
 
But can we be sure that it's their fault alone?
That maybe the fault is really our own
The money we spend, too much idle time,
Too much on TV, of sex and of crime.
 
Too many books not fit to be read,
Much to much evil in what they have said,
Too many children encouraged to roam,
Too many parents who won't stay at home.
 
But is it the kids? They don't write the books,
They don't print the comics 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 make the cars.
 
They don't make the drugs that addle the brain,
It's all done by adults, greedy for gain
In so many cases it must be confessed,
That label "DELINQUENT" fits older folk best.