Living Boys, Dead Men

We breathe
We hear
We see
We dream
And die anyway
A boy has a hundred and ten feelings
Each one a different color
Then they grow up
Everything becomes black and white, or just gray
    It's cool to fight
    Afraid to love
    And lonely inside
    They're becoming men
Having more important things to do
Being more important
But to God
They have always been important
They say
Look at me
See how tough I can be
It's deadly insanity
Killing themselves
In-order to live
They won't enter the Kingdom of Heaven
Until they can be children again
Dead men can rule this world
But have no place above
God cries
Every time a little boy dies

By:  Roger Harkness


You are free to print, copy or publish any of my poems for education and or charity without my permission (but - send me a note if you have the time). You are not free to print, copy or publish any of my poems for profit without my written consent. You may link my poetry to your website freely without my consent (but if you do, an email would be nice).  Always be sure to give credit to the author Roger Harkness.


My Home

My Journal