Bjcorbin's Blog

As I see my daughters bombarded with provocative images of today’s popular

young female stars, I can’t help but notice that there is a lifestyle that is being

promoted; and it burns within me

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Foul mouthed little divas

Flaunting your stuff out in the street

Preaching your twisted religion

Acting like all that dirty talk makes you powerful

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You’ve dressed that old bondage in lingerie

And you’ve called it liberation

You’re full of tattoos and attitude

But a generation of babies is starving at your breasts

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You’re kicking down the picket fence

And dragging our girls to your vacant lot

A place where they’ll lose more than just their innocence

And where their souls can be sold to the highest bidder

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As I see my sons bombarded with images of “successful” males, who ruthlessly

pursue their own desires and seemingly bear allegiance to no one else, I can’t

help but notice that it’s sending them a message about what it means to be a

“real man”; and it burns within me

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Foolish little boys

So distracted and often brutal

You talk like big men

But you can’t even keep your pants from falling down

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You were meant to lead and protect

But you’ve found that interferes with your playtime

History will surely remember you

As the men who produced a fatherless generation

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You’re tearing down the house

And dragging our boys to your vacant lot

A place where they’ll lose more than just their innocence

And where their souls can be sold to the highest bidder

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As I see our elected officials, tossing verbal barbs at one another, while a genuine

national crisis grows steadily worse, I can’t help but wonder what that will

mean to our country’s future; and it burns within me

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Greedy little opportunists

Making promises you can’t keep

So full of empty rhetoric

So willing to exploit our deepest fears

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You were called to guide a nation

But you’ve padded your pockets instead

History will surely remember you

As the men who bartered with the soul of a nation

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You’re burning up our once green pastures

And transforming them into vacant lots

A place where we’ll lose more than just market-share

And where the enemies of freedom will one day reign

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As I watch our culture systematically dismantle the foundation on which our

prosperity was built, I can’t help but wonder if we haven’t already lost the

character that will be required to restore it