When Bells Toll

Poem By Joe Howell

when bells tolls, lies expire
truth emerges into a right
hate grows into liquid flow
bigotry is swallowed

when bells tolls, i cry for
memories of yesterday's light
that shines no more, except
when i forget, and call your name

when bells tolls, sadness is
a cold shower, awaking corpuscles
and sundown is whispered dread

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