Throw Away Bathwater, Not Baby

Gratitude attitude grow Peacock attitude away throw Though temptations line up in a row Pointless, heartless any soul you to hurt Under no circumstances invective blurt Because so doing grows you curt Achieving trinkets, reaping limpets As you blow trivial trumpets Deriding, riding, restless strumpets In your city where contempt Fashionable in an objectional attempt To parade low grade hair unkempt For aeons under neon lights Illuminating prudish, brutish fights Meant to ignore the snore of plights Street kids endure under the watch You observe at close quarters to catch Miscreants and recidivists who latch Onto corruption To catalyze the eruption So blatantly witnessed in the disruption Probity suffers as wafers Vanish into thin air when quaffers Poke fun at a senile souse who suffers Ravages of loneliness You regret in the context of silliness Egrets and open secrets endure as holiness Suffers its biggest reverse To learn men of the collar deemed so averse To child molestation in vows so diverse Embarrass your church Leaving doubting Thomases in the lurch As for meaning and direction they search Wondering if hypocrisy in this crisis Should call and recall paralysis To promote or demote dialysis As a cure for the malaise Believers suffer in the craze That undermines set standards in a maze In which a plethora of anguish You bear as you strive to distinguish Reality from fiction. Your faith don’t extinguish Or else you throw baby together with bath water In the church and in your quarter To deny you opportunities for malfeasance to alter.