A Dying Art

Moral value, is like a dying art
Old trees cut off, carrots and sticks 
Some say, the good old days with a "grin"


This is where I earn my keep
Show some respect
Like shoes off before entrance please


Charity roots 
Marked like DNA
From the homes they came from


And the good do not chant
Death on their enemies, the "naked" truth
That is the line drawn btw'n them and us


Politicians are exempted 
Or so they think "proxy gods"
To wash their hands in public 


In Ga the saying goes
Is there no adult,  in your household
You should know better


Both hands up, one leg up 
For disciplinary actions
That was the standard prescribed 


If only I can take you back 
To school, teaching basics 
Crush course on actions 


Like the seat
To be given, offered 
To the oldest and the like and so on


Courtesy for boys and girls 
Is a book to be read
I am to be known as old fashion


In with the joy of value
Enrichment in moral value 
I would have my own to keep


For now show some respect, 
Hold back your "jumble" acts
This is where I earn my keep


My bread line in moral value
This is where I tell you off 
With a dying art (act) for bad behaviour