The Bells Have Ceased
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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