We were not afraid, in earlier year
To leave our houses alone and unbarred.
Holidays were full of close family cheer.
Now divorce and hate has left our kids scarred.
These days we're afraid of cureless desease.
With the queer trends and twisted ideals,
And Satan's mindless thought of oddities.
Our children's hearts, minds, and bodies he steals
This world has become the Devil's dark lair
And almost everyone here would agree
When a pure soul tries to gasp for fresh air
It gets choked dead with pride and vanity
Brock J. Glaze