What church-bells toll to mourn their loss?

What calls to prayer by the muezzin in their memory?

For these young men who kill themselves?

— Only the monstrous silence of the media

    Only the national blood-loss of young lives.

What mockeries now for them from politicians who do not care;

Only the voice of the mothers whose sons are no longer there —

Only black and white boys’ Facebook pages, full of silent rages

Recall the lives of those who were repelled by the living struggling nightmare of modern masculinity

A pointless  modernity. No candles shine for the loss of these young lives.

Look into their eyes as they pass your way

You will see the holy glimmer of goodbyes

As sure as suicide in the trenches did a hundred years ago.

And we must learn to value our rough young men

With tender hearts: no chances offered, no respect