The Bell-I Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The Bell in grief
stands out.
And if the winter blows
then more it stands.

the bell in grief
I hear
sing in the night
sing with the
hoarse wind
dear.

the bell it moves
its tongue
but a hand pulls
below or near.

History is a great friend.
The bell knows it.
The land knows it.

the bell it ushers
funerals of state
and funerals of us
it distinguishing not
its solitary usual
tone
reserved equal and
same for all.
The bell's democratic
and
the bell's egalitarian
and
the
bell's romantic
for
The Bell in grief
stands out.
And if the winter blows
then more it stands.