Good men must die

Many good men, came and went.
Their lives lived, energies spent.
The good they had done,
Like snowmen in the sun.

Suffering and pain, all in vain.
A good heart, slain; prayers down the drain.
Tears so great, he drowns in them.
Now merely existing, in a life to condemn.

Save these good men, change their fate.
Give them a reason to celebrate.
Let them not live, let them not be.
Deny this undeserving world, their beauty.

The noon sun shone, with all its might.
That cheery good man, now a patch of white.
All that remained when the sun went down,
Was one big puddle of dark, slushy brown.

Save these good men, change their fate.
Give them a reason to celebrate.
Snowmen in the sun do cry.
Good men in this world must die.