The Trial of the Brazen Boy

Inconsiderate Brazen Boy Who knows not what good to do You forget your manners Respectful to none but those with a gun And thus having broken all the rules Inconsiderate Brazen Boy Who in spite of a good mother’s love Shows no kindness, sympathy, nor compassion You follow not the Golden Rule she taught But seek only ill-gotten crimes of passion Inconsiderate Brazen Boy Thy callused heart strings untuned What innocence is left with in your breast What values have you for those that adored you Having their hope replaced by your dope Is this the life you envisioned Inconsiderate Brazen Boy Your once good name now vulgar Your pants hang low so your butt can show And you believe it’s sexy Inconsiderate Brazen Boy Death and violence amidst your comrades Will bring about your destruction Thy family of gang which kill, cheat, and steal You lay still in a red pool of clay as they mock you Inconsiderate Brazen Boy Stand before thy creator For your life for right you tossed for the left Only now do you weep for the Savior