The Bell Tolls
Destruction is in the air
Change is imperative
No longer can we revel in the bliss of ignorance
The conditioning of education
The misrepresentations nurtured by traditions of fear
Preparing us like perfect firewood
Time to wake up!
We are dying
Being used up like a food supply
Continuing to defer our obligations to our children
Conditioning them to do the same
Bartering our denial as the well goes dry
Choosing to misunderstand the work;
The work is to unify not multiply
By giving in to the beast of loneliness;
Our pervasive fear
We submit to a control unknown
By refusing to rationalise this force
We guarantee its future
We are dying!
Like hollow logs empty in our abundance
By our denial
We have cannibalised our very soul
Compromised our mother earth
The monster is feeding in our garden
The bell is tolling
But we are oblivious.
Thomas F Kitt was born and raised in Galway, Ireland. In 1971 he moved to New York where he raised a family. He now divides his time between New York and Hua Hin, Thailand.
Taal / Language : English
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