Unkind Times Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

We are living in unkind times,
Too realistic.
When our minds have been hit,
By all signs...
Sadistic.
And the choice to move on or to sit,
Have left so many people giving up...
To be kicked.

We are living in unkind times,
Sick and wicked.
When our minds seem to seek and to find,
Someone to belittle just to do to undermine.
Igniting sad conditions.
In unmending split divisions.

And many have refused to follow rules.
To loot...
Any cash to pick up where they choose.
To scoot.
And with the loot.
Just like those who politic,
With their crude attitudes.

And many have refused to follow rules.
To loot...
Any cash to pick up where they choose.
To scoot.
And with the loot.
Just like those who politic,
With their crude attitudes.

We are living in unkind times,
Too realistic.
When our minds have been hit,
By all signs...
Sadistic.
And the choice to move on or to sit,
Has left so many people giving up...
To be kicked.

And many have refused to follow rules,
To commute...
To the younger people learning to be shrewd,
And seduced...
By criminal activity to tease and introduce.

We are living in unkind times,
On every shore.
We are living in unkind times,
Few ignore.
But better lives envisioned,
Takes a mending of divisions.

We are living in unkind times,
On every shore.
We are living in unkind times,
Few ignore.
But better lives envisioned,
Takes a mending of divisions.

In day they fight.
And at night they fight.
To do as they like.
In these unkind times.

Yes in broad daylight.
Whether wrong or right.
They will do as they like,
In these unkind times.

It is life.
In these unkind times.
It is life.
As is and not redefined.
It's life.
In these unkind times.
It's life.
To live.
As life.