Poetry 'n' More

The Bell Tolls Destruction is in the air Change is imperative No longer can we revel in the bliss of ignorance The conditioning of education The misrepresentations nurtured by traditions of fear Preparing us like perfect firewood Time to wake up! We are dying Being used up like a food supply Continuing to defer our obligations to our children Conditioning them to do the same Bartering our denial as the well goes dry Choosing to misunderstand the work; The work is to unify not multiply By giving in to the beast of loneliness; Our pervasive fear We submit to a control unknown By refusing to rationalise this force We guarantee its future We are dying! Like hollow logs empty in our abundance By our denial We have cannibalised our very soul Compromised our mother earth The monster is feeding in our garden The bell is tolling But we are oblivious. Thomas F Kitt was born and raised in Galway, Ireland. In 1971 he moved to New York where he raised a family. He now divides his time between New York and Hua Hin, Thailand.

Distrugerea clopotelelor Distrugerea este in aer Schimbarea este imperativa Nu mai putem sa ne bucuram de fericirea ignorantei Conditionarea educatiei Prezentarile gresite hranite de traditiile fricii Pregatindu-ne ca pe lemne perfecte Timp pentru a ne trezi! Suntem pe moarte Fiind epuizati ca o aprovizionare cu alimente Continuam sa ne amanam obligatiile fata de copiii nostri Conditionandu-i sa faca acelasi lucru Negocierea negarii noastre, deoarece fantana se usuca Alegerea sa intelegem gresit munca; Lucrarea este de a unifica, nu de a se inmulti, cedand fiarei singuratatii; Frica noastra omniprezenta Ne supunem unui control necunoscut Refuzand sa rationalizam aceasta forta Garantam viitorul acesteia Murim!