TO THE TWENTY FIRST CENTURY PARENT

Who eschew discipline with all passion
Who never see anything wrong
In handing over to the kids
All what they ask for and desire
Who never wants to deprive them of whatever
A stitch in time saves a whole lot of
 
See spare that rod today
And pay dearly for it tomorrow
For such a singular act of it doent matter
She is still a child
We amount to a very thick strong bone tomorrow
That can not be bend anymore
 
Why not bend it while you may
Because the next few seconds is late
To do the needful this is the now to do that
To the twenty century parent
Who says that my kids
 
Won't go through what I went
Wait if your parent that rise
The way and manner you are rising yours today
We you amount to something today
Looking back to all those years
 
In which your parent instill
Great discipline hardcore ones
And see the way you turn out today
The rod of reprove give wisdom
But a child left to himself
 
We bring big time shame because
Charity they say begins at home
And it ends outside the same home
See you are saying leave them
They are still kids with a resounding question
 
What did they know leave them please
I pity your pity plantain is getting spoilt
Yet you say is getting reap
A day will come when the labour
Of yesterday will be harvested today
 
Of what kind of child will such a child
Whose never be discipline will turn out to be
The twenty first century parent
Listen and listen well
The peace you are experiencing now
 
At home is because the bastard of the house
Hasn't growing big enough
This is time to bend the bone while its still tender
You've wasted so many years
Rush back now and recorrect
 
The bad pattern you have use for so long
In child training before you cry
The needless tears of pain and regret
This is the time to step your game
In child training build and mould
 
Their future with the right pattern
Make sure you build well with
The right materials and pattern
Remember you are a custodian
To this great kids.