They are murdering all the young men.
For half a century now, every day,
They have hunted them down and killed them.
They are killing them now.
At this minute, all over the world,
They are killing the young men.
They know ten thousand ways to kill them.
Every year they invent new ones.
In the jungles of Africa,
In the marshes of Asia,
In the deserts of Asia,
In the slave pens of Siberia,
In the slums of Europe,
In the nightclubs of America,
The murderers are at work.
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Leonard Durso 
The thing about some good poets and their poems is that they never go out of date: especially not this one.
They stand the test of time.
It’s so true. Humans just kill. It’s as if we are DEATH. Maybe we are, I mean how much proof do we need?
It seems to be in our DNA.