Somewhere A Bell Has Rung

Somewhere a bell has rung
As two men stand in the middle
Of the ring giving everything
They got
Taking shots at will
Displaying their talents
And skills for dollar bills
As the sanctioning body
Decides who loses
By the bruises and the brutality
Or the humanity and the
Sympathy of the referee

Somewhere a bell has rung
A butterfly flutters, a bee has
Stung another victim
As dark skin becomes the sin
Again as black men are hung
Swinging from the trees of
Hatred like pendulums

Somewhere a bell has rung
Because
The choir sung Hymn #9
As they caress the spines
Of those worn and torn
Choir books that adorn
The back of the pews
Where some feel the need
To read and follow along
Not knowing what is right
Or wrong

Somewhere a bell has rung
A flag is hung at half staff
Reminders of the lives
That have passed
As the task of mourning
Haunts our past
Anchoring our sorrows
To a path
Cause in the aftermath
We forget to laugh
Instead we try not to cry
As we remember those
Who die
Why?
Cause
Somewhere A Bell Has Rung
Reminders of the things
We have done
And worst
Just
what we have become

Reviews

[SleeplessVolcano]

What will we do without those positive reminders in life? We often call them triggers, but I guess even a trigger can be a blessing, if it moves us in the right direction.

This really made me think. Thank you for sharing, Good to see you hear again. :)

[Michelle Gent]

Wow, just wow! Unbelievable. So profound, so good.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

interesting....i remember the line in "a Wonderful LIfe" every time a bell rings an angel gets its wings.

but many bells in life ring...and all there is is disharmony of the sound...and loving and brotherhood are ground into an earth of hatred---

this is one of your best offerings---we sing those hymns, but are we really just lip syncing ----pretending to know the words of peace?

[Jerome F Knox III pseudonym Nefarious J. Dorsey]

I am overwhelmed by your words. It is great day when your mentor likes your work.