Thro’ the eyes of a man of today
Violence seems to abound
Compared with times when as a lad
It was seldom to be found
You could walk the streets in safety
Never turn the key in the door
And children could play in freedom
But they can’t do that any more
Though World War II was raging
The bombs they fell like rain
And with only a part?time Police Force
The law was hard to maintain
Explosions and shrapnel were commonplace
Almost every day
Though our enemy was the Luftwaffe
And not the I.R.A.
Often I heard of Black Marketeers
Thieves, pick?pockets and “Shady’s”
But never once did I hear of teenagers
Mugging and raping old ladies
A dispute often settled
With an old fashioned ‘scrap’
Was considered honourable and manly
Instead of today, when they gang up at dark
And creep up behind with a “Stanley”
The unwritten rule of the lawless
Was a gun or a knife not to use
To avoid the ultimate judgement
And die in the “Hangman’s Noose”
But alas in today’s world of affluence
“Do?gooders” seem to be rife
And all they do in the end it seems
Is to cheapen the value of life.