Queen Esther said, for so we’re told,
“My people are for money sold.”
Should we our lovely girls now sell
Think you that man has banished hell?
Look then on every village street;
Look well where highways chance to meet!
There stand the deadly foes of youth;
Alas we must confess the truth:
We’ve sold out to the liquor crowd,
To ruin youth they are allowed.
Our boys and girls are falling prey,
That some less taxes may have to pay.
Do we dare hope when God’s wrath falls,
That we’ll have safe protecting walls?
Or do we think a nation strong
That harbors such a monstrous wrong?
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