Dead are Men of Virtues Good

Ok. Ok. Poets are prone to over-reacting. I had read in the newspaper about something (I don't exactly remember) that showed how self-centered people can get. The following poem was a result of that 'anger'.

Dead are Men of Virtues Good (1992)

Dead are men of virtues good,
Their souls were pure as fire.
All those men with humble blood
Have long reached their pyre.

Gone are they, most wise of men,
Most humane and most kind.
Kings die too, but unlike them
They left no heir behind.

Gone are friends, those faithful ones,
Their bones now lay in rest.
With them in coffins put their sons
All loyalty they had possessed.

This bitter truth I comprehend
It pains my heart to say:
None of them will ever end
His repose till the judgement day.

What a sorrow, what a pity,
To see and hear this:
Justice, love and loyalty
Are all, today, antiquities.