New Year...Same Fear
A year ago a babe was born
and through his year was always mean.
O’er time our love for him was worn
because of morals too obscene.
I blame it on his parents,
seven billion strong.
Some live in houses, some in tents,
and tend to quarrel all year long.
One can’t mature with good mores
if parents always fight.
One can not make it through the maze
if millions question what is right.
We soon will have another child
when this New Year makes its call,
and he will turn out just as wild
if the parents always brawl.
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