Music makes their way Dancers use them to play The world appreciate how they stay And have nothing to say Actors do for pay We watch them everyday In crimes horrors and foreplay For the kids these are not ok If their lives devour by these prey, Who gets the blame at the end of the day? When everyone felt sorry and can do nothing but pray Then worries come and make us grey Shedding off pounds and surprise how little we weigh Stress have us once more betrayed We know few little when books put aside out of the way Giving no heed to what author convey Demoralizing what the poets says Make this one of the reasons the world go astray A price we all have to pay When we refuse knowledge and start to disobey And care less what the writers have to portray