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For Whom, the Bell does Toll...
The Bell Rings Loudly
The writing's, so scripted upon the wall,
in words to all, beckon, to be our call,
Ours', in vigilance and a guarded grace,
as in its acceptance, this we each face.
To leave our rests, then standing tall,
never in a failing, and not ever to fall.
Help our brothers, leave nothing to waste,
Our duty, as humanity, and so, is our place.
The bell rings loudly, in resounding tones,
summoning us, and not be heard, alone.
In its requesting, our service, not as a guest,
in honor, to regard, and to give our best.
Changing deeds of dishonor, the wrongs,
to make right, all things, are ours, to atone,
A repaying, to acknowledge, ours to confess,
as by our God's hands, we each are blessed.
Extending the hand and then raising the bar,
beyond all of our gifts, we must go on, afar,
Teaching the needy and then feeding the rest,
Give each one new skills, in meeting all tests.
We must pick up the wastes, to seek cleaner air,
Purifying the waters, show all creatures, we care.
Explore the world's mysteries, then to understand,
A better tomorrow, awaits our children, in this land..
The bell tolls loudly, ringing in the tower above,
Wanting our fondest attention, and for our love.
Should we ask of it, the question, for whom it tolls,
It's for you and me, and in the best, of our roles.
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