They are dating our Fathers.
Our supposed brides
Are becoming premature mothers.
The sperm that forms the teen,
The same you infuse into her.
And you thought it was the right thing
To mate them with white beards.
Our current world is full of misery,
Our world has turned upside.
Days we had girls keeping their pride,
Days when men run after women.
If paying to sleep with young women is the goal,
Get a wife not your daughters',
Be faithful in marriage, leave your sons'.
Bargain not their body as a commodity.
Animals among the living,
Where art thy shame?
Who should be cursed first if not you
That lay on bed with sugar daddy's.
Like the misfortune that befalls the goat
That makes it climbs its mother.
Same that beholds the cock,
That makes it chase its daughter.
You are all cloaked animals
That uncovers the nakedness of your daughters',
And illuminate the nudity of your fathers.
To share meat with your sons'
And same bread with your mothers.
