The Lost Boys, by Leslie Thomson Subscribe to rss feed for Leslie Thomson

The Scotsman J M Barrie,
Gave the world Peter Pan;
The little boy who could never grow up;
Surely a metaphor for each man?

We all know every man
Is a little boy at heart.
But there are some Lost Boys,
Tearing our Neverland apart.

Prone to constant tantrums;
Out of control in their rage;
These juvenile delinquents
On the world stage.

They may not have grown up,
But they are innocents no more.
They destroy, devastate and vandalise;
Trying to outdo each other’s score.

They may be little boys,
But be wary nonetheless;
They play with dangerous toys,
And expect others to clean up their mess.

And even when confronted,
Each tries to shift the blame;
“It wasn’t my fault”, “He did it first”
Is what they will say to hide their shame.

They continually squabble and fight,
They steal and take from each other;
And just like Cain of old,
None shall carry the weight of a brother.

Manipulating and mercenary,
That is how they always remain strong.
They may be little boys,
But they need to be taught right from wrong.
Posted: 2012-03-27 16:16:33 UTC

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