LORD – Where Have Your Young Men Gone?

 

Lord,

here I sit in your house and ponder,

I have a question

which makes me wonder;

when I come to sing,

praise

and worship your name,

I look around amazed!

Where have

all your young men gone?

 

Lord,

could it be

they’ve gone to war,

which daily rages

‘tween heaven and hell.

Even one’s children are victims

of the Devil’s hard sell:

cigarettes,

grog,

drugs,

a good time to be had by all.

 

Victims!

of a society gone soft,

pandering to all kinds

of false gods;

drink

“it’s the real thing,”

food

“they like it like that,”

shoes

“brand name” quite obvious,

as they slam dunk another goal.

With boogie boards

strapped to their backs;

as they ride

to face,

another watery foe.

Football match;

a tackle,

brings forth

a congratulatory cheer.

 

With spray cans,

of aerosol paint

create they will,

art on canvas

of a different kind –

train,

wall,

someone else’s fence,

but no matter what;

their expression

makes no sense.

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They follow

Michael,

Wally,

Gary,

to be

God-like heroes

they’ve become,

while playing

in modern colosseums.

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Party drugs

to keep themselves high,

alcohol;

drank by the dozen

in cans,

on a nightly weekend binge.

Fat and overweight

as they stuff their faces

on junk food,

a diet of sugary taste

as another burger hits the spot.

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And they spend their time

in a timeless waste of space,

indulging their passion

of computer games,

on the latest

thousand dollar machine,

hooked to a internet provider

on a twelve month plan,

expressing no feelings,

when never looking left or right

or up and down.

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So, Lord,

now I know; 

where your young men have gone!

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