The World When I Was Young

Why can't the world be like it was when I was young No one cleaning up dog-due dung Kids dying right and left of polio and measles Mumps running rampant like scorpions and beetles Fathers employing razor belts on recalcitrant sons and leaving welts Mothers teaching daughters to clean and cook poor-mouthing math and science textbooks White folks lording it over illiterate Knee grows Butchering Espanol -- and a few unlucky amigos It was all so much simpler way back then Cowboys shot Indians on the count of ten So, why can't the world be like it was when I was young Well, hey, I guess it is ~ English still ain't America's mother tongue...