Mint Scented Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

We are living in times,
Feeling less appreciated.
Less secure and less respected.
Less tolerant and patient.
Less accepting and yet left,
Believing these days we live...
Has progressed from those days,
When many were afraid...
Their possessions to get to address,
Would not impress the neighbors.
And as long as some can still live that way,
Everything else that can be denied to ignore...
Is perfectly okay as long as they stay,
Remaining to lay blame on others...
Behind their mint scented and bolted doors.