The new times are not kind to the soul,
The new times are unbearably cold.
The new times are unfriendly and silent,
The new times are at least unviolent.
The new times are mostly spent,
Wondering where all my time went.
The new times leave me speechless,
The new times have found my only weakness.
The new times were meant to clear the air,
The new times in which i alone share.
The new times are now the T.V. blaring,
Remembering the time I spent sharing.
The new times so full of fate,
The new times so full of hate.
The new times in silence i trust,
The new times this room is now hushed.
The new times I notice in here,
This room was once filled with cheer.
The new times no companionship in sight,
The new times I admit i now look a fright.
The new times locked inside four desperate walls,
The new times no way to get or make any calls.
The new times surely there must be an end,
So the old times can resume again.

(some time in the 90s but i don’t remember when – and yes i am aware there’s a word called nonviolent i meant to use unviolent)