Lydia Preston

Society seems in a mess.
Mothers cry, while fathers stress.
To be polite is a disgrace
as children mock you to your face

Every day the papers show
that crime and rape did upward go.
The things done in laboratories
are stashed away in lavatories.

Drugs and sex aren't hard to find.
It seems as if the world's gone blind,
for what the people fail to see
is messing up society.

As dads no longer head their home
and kids all sit and chat by phone.
What once to all has been a home
is looking like a war-torn zone.

No longer do you find that kids
are playing in the park,
for it's become a hideout place
for gangsters after dark.

What once was right now seems so wrong.
No more joy and no more song,
as what this all was meant to be
lies buried in a cemetery.

By telling you these things my aim
is not to make you mad.
It's just to tell another truth,
which soon will make you glad.

Amidst the chaos of this world,
of hurt, despair, and pain
and hate along with treachery
all done for selfish gain.

There's this one thing I know of,
believe with all my heart,
that when I bend my knees to pray
my God will make a way.