Lyrics once were
to tell a story
of heroes and great deeds.
To entertain with stories of great
conquest and fools failures.
Or to impart moral lessons
of great import and value.
Or to soothe babes with
lullabies and inspire wonder.
Tell of great causes and
rally thought and hope.
Reaching for imagination
reaching for the stars.
Or to woo a young
woman to love.
Lyrics were song
with a melody and
rhythm that all who
might hear could sing along.
But today so many are
of deeds of madmen,
gangsters are the monsters,
drugs are in the streets,
the rap is poetry with
vulgarity as stock shock,
For whom will it inspire,
for whom will it soothe,
for whom will it woo,
and bring solace or love?