The Men Who Live

The glands fight wars not to moisten

Because no tears are wiped from the eyes

Of the men who cry.

Lonesome yells from his cords to let off the steam

Because no words are heard from the throats

Of the men who scream

His blood grudgingly trudges through the valves

With nothing to receive but the world to give

There's no love for the hearts

Of the men who live

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