A Decorated Sin

A day at a time the world changes, Ideologies of yester years turn blue, A world we knew becomes a stranger, No hold bars I see a generation lose it, Clear minds clog with twisted thought, Words of the wise none to hold dear, Twenty first century becomes a jungle, Rules no bound moral fabric torn. Prostitution hidden in the sponsor, Old men downed in decorated words, Young girls thinking its fashion, Vice versa young men gone wild, Like beasts of the wild they turn, Thinking a word changes the act, Money they think will build a castle, Rules no bound moral fabric torn. The world need worriers no short cut, Need to live large make it your own, Hustle through life loyalty to self, With shame stop sinking deep, Making life a joke on the lips, Turn the other way avoid a limp, When life start breaking you away, Rules no bound moral fabric torn. I beg to leave hoping am heard, Sponsor I hear prostitution decorated, Easy way out will cripple you down, Burning dignity down to ashes, Creating a world of deadly deals, That tears families woven together, Rules no bound moral fabric torn.