the ringing sound I hear
is not within my ear
it comes from a bell
and from what I can tell
the meaning seems clear
the end is now near
what end is unknown
those cards yet unshown
it portends the twin fates
built on loves and on hates
perhaps we will destroy
everything we enjoy
for the sake of our fear
held tight as though dear
fed from those outside
that we will seek to hide
wasting slowly away
less a person each day
until nothing is left slave
we are a broken slave
or better the other side
that opens the eyes wide
causing us to awaken
before all liberties taken
to battle on for our rights
that most noble of all fights
it is now time to recall
liberty and justice for all
always hearing a talking quack
both sides of their smoking crack
again there is the bell
and the story it has to tell
it tolls out a wake up call
time to wake up for us all
The urgency reflected in the structure of the poem. Excellent.
ReplyDeleteHow many have forewarned and yet the message is never old, I'm sorry to say. Our focus seems to be widespread. In a tight community there is a division of labor. Let us not ALL choose to be the watchers and judges yet we must watch and be a judge in order to use our wisdom more fully.
As a vocal observer, I can never say how grateful I am for all of you reading these poems (and other such words) are allowing them to touch you, move you, and provide a means of impetus for action.