Everywhere I look; I am surrounded,
They look like men; But have spirits of boys,
They speak of fantasy; For they lived no great stories,
In the bleachers; Watching those in the arena,
I pray for the boys lost in neverland!
I do not blame them; Why leave?
They see no heroes; They see no value,
Their heroes vilified; Their values vilified,
By those shrills; Vilifying all that was once good.
I pray for the boys lost in neverland!
Piercing shrills; The shrieks of deconstructionism,
Rebelling the old order; A childish tantrum,
Obsession with externalities; Is fear of internalities,
The louder the shrill; The deeper the personal pit.
I pray for the boys lost in neverland!
The pursuit of earned status; Has to been vilified,
Power & P*nis make a villain; Or so they shrill,
Rewards dulled; Labour put down,
Labour builds men; Boys they then remain,
I pray for the boys lost in neverland!
Far too weak; To bear their own burden,
Placing it on loved ones; Crushing their heart,
Guilt & shame; Too weak to face but feel nonetheless,
Depressed & confused; The mirror shows a man their eyes a boy,
I pray for the boys lost in neverland!
But you are men; Gifted strength and fortitude,
Your purpose is to bear burden for the meek: Be as Atlas,
Obsess over your strength; So you may give it to the needy.
To the boys lost in neverland; Find noble servitude.
I pray for the boys lost in neverland!
~ Playing as soliders – Theophile-Emmanuel Duverger – Circa 1846-1882
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