These Are Not Those Times

These are not those times, Anyone conscious of mind... Should find unbelievable. Or pray for a yesterday, To return. These are not those times. These are not those times, Anyone should be wishing to dismiss.. A listening to pay attention, To what is being said. Or ignore the signs of change, Around them that exist. These are not those times. These are those times, Warned that would come. As some chose to sleep, Through the alarm clock that rang. While others chose to stop, The noise. As if a turning their backs, The sound increasing... Would go away or could be delayed, To prolong their delusions. For a continuance to accuse, Someone found to abuse... For interrupting to disturb, Their way of change life to do as they like. Fantasized! With expanded depictions, Of entitlements to get. Those times have gone to be mourned. Along with kept preferences.