There Are Times...

One in twain this violation
One to claim essential recreation
Whose to blame in social association
These are the times in honored vest

For who today can we trust
With a soul in unrest
In soft ivy briars yet tortured in vine
Where do we stake our claim

How does one sound the alarm
It's the violation of the innocent
These are the times to explore
A simple message lest I shall treasure

One sought in vice out of innocent pleasure...

A thought is just that a thought
That is unless it's put down on paper
A dream is simply a dream
Unless its put into practice & explained...

A portion of dust sprinkled out on atmosphere;

With both room to cheer & grow
I shed a tear to numb its pain
Amidst temptress kiss nor reason to fear...

These are the times,

To equate a troubled soul in social unrest...
All of life is simply a test!

Why does one equate fear for that in logic?

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