O Parents of the “Social Front”!
Don’t crush a Teenage Love
I tell you,
Don’t make them sob in despair
For theirs is a kind of emotion,
So pure, so raw, so rare…
Untouched by the Money Machine,
You wish to prepare!
O Sinners of the Love Garden!
Break not a Lovers’ Heart,
I beg you,
Take not such a part,
To bring the two Souls apart –
For you will burn in the Guilt of your deeds
If not struck by the curse of the Bleeding!
