The Lost Boys

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.