
A million ancient scrolls
lost to hate’s rising tide.
What floods the island,
hurts the state,
and to ignore overflow,
desiccates the soul.
When you hear the bell
don’t dawdle in the shoals.
Dive in. Be someone’s savior.
Don’t ask for whom it tolls.
© 2022 | K.Hartless
dVerse Poet’s Pub|Quadrille#162 For Whom the Bell Tolls
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