The Bells Have Ceased

16 Oct 2019

BPF
I hear the bells - so charming they are,
And sheep I see upon the hill:
The sun is warm upon my back,
And rooks now gather above the mill.

In heart and soul such joy I feel,
As down the country lane I walk
And into Etton village so fine
Then, so sudden, such a shock

The bells have ceased - I pull up short
The silence loudly pounds my brain
I bow my head and clasp my ears!
My mind has failed!  All thoughts in vain!

The rooks now screech and scream above,
They scream for those who mourn the dead;
Women and children, innocents all,
Killed by bombs from those they dread.

They scream for those enslaved at home,
By gangs who rape and traffic girls;
For those who clung to tiny boats,
Tossed at sea and lost in gales.

They screech for those upon our streets,
Hooked on drugs and alcohol;
The homeless, begging, cold and shunned,
Society’s outcasts despised by all.

They scream at nations’ disregard -
For global warming, drought, disease;
Ice cap retreat and dying reefs,
Pollution of rivers, oceans and seas.

Silence now, the screams have ceased,
The rooks have gone, no peace I feel;
Dazed I am, my eyes so dim
Where am I? - it’s so unreal.

The bells ring out across the vale,
Still shocked I stumble down the lane;
My head is bowed, no joy I feel,
As visions grim have seized my brain.

What now for those for whom the rooks had screamed?

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