Are We Better Off?

In my day we played outside, riding horses, Playing hide and seek and on swings and slides. And only on rainy days Were we confined inside to play. We played slap jack, crazy eight, go fish And Lincoln logs was our dish. Everyone drank coffee and tea No caffeine worries did they see All our houses were painted bright And no one heard of the lead base plight The new homes of the day had asbestos, But what the hey! This was during World War II Where our fathers, brothers, uncles and aunts Left our homes for foreign lands. Here at home when sirens screamed It was our Air Raid Warning Drill. And companies that worked through the night Were required to paint their windows black Safety was our countries goal Here at home and on foreign soil. We played at the lake and tanned or fried When we got home a little cow cream was applied. Where I lived prohibition was still affirmed And Bootleggers were the cops major concern. The air we breathed was just air Unless a corral or hog farm were near. Transportation was car, bus or train The only planes I ever saw Were B 29’s heading for foreign soil. I can’t help but wonder how we survived Compared to the rules and laws we now abide. I just heard a well known man say “No more Santa Claus he is to fat” “It’s bad for kids to honor a man like that.” The Christmas tree has become “Happy Holiday” No prayers in school, It breaks the rules they say. Religion in government there is no place “In God We Trust” is a disgrace. When was the last time the Constitution was read Were our Forefathers out of their heads? “Merry Holidays too and you best take a stand If you want to continue to have Peace in Our Land.”