What About These Days
Times change to the present day.
No woman would dare knock on doors
in districts that are unknown,
for rapists are ever-present
to satiate their selfish lusts.
Gossip is called chatting,
with persons completely unknown
inside a virtual world called the internet,
while children are advised
never to divulge their names
Today I have put on locks galore
on our stout front door,
I see to it that it is always
safely and robber-proof closed.
to strangers or unknown neighbours
as lurking paedophiles are oft unknown.
Nor are children allowed to roam
in parks or meadows or fields
for fear of being abducted
and lost forever more.
All this is now called progress,
but friend, forgive me for
I still yearn for the good old days
when we were worse off when we were born.
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