Society's Mess

This is a poem written for my creative writing class. I had to pick a news story that moved me and write about it. So I picked the story about the 14 year old boy who committed suicide this September.

See the boy they have painted pink.

The paint like lead can only sink.

It poisons his heart, black and vile.

Each word builds destruction a tile.

 

Destruction, a house devoid mirth,

Our boy forgets all his self worth.

He cries in his bed late at night,

Thinking the world dismissed his plight.

 

The bullies have come around again.

They think their foul dead make them men.

But never will they ever see,

Our boy is just like you and me.

 

All love is love and that alone,

But society screams a moan.

They cannot see, forever blind

To see love of another kind.

 

He fell in love, as all boys would,

He’d tell his crush if only he could.

But our boy is stuck in a cage,

As religion will again rage.

 

The rage outside the brick school walls

Comes in to trip and make him fall.

His classmates spill it from their lips,

Words that rake his back like crop whips.

 

Our boy does not know what to do.

He thinks his parents hate him too.

All he ever did was love,

But was met with a lack thereof.

 

He smiles and laughs with all his friends,

But bit by bit his resolve bends.

His smiles few and fewer still.

How could this really be God’s will?

 

One dark day, it was just too much.

No other soul, will our boy touch.

He took his life and made us cry

Because we know exactly why.

 

On to this boy we owe a debt

And all in full must it be met.

The world must now forever change.

Our morals must we rearrange.

 

All love is pure and it’s divine.

A love like his and a love like mine.

No God would tell us who to love.

That’s not a message from above.

 

Onto our boy we say goodbye.

We give out a cold biter sigh.

Now our world is one pure soul less.

It’s our turn to clean up the mess. 

Author's Note

I had to write it in tetrameter. Did I do that okay?