Morning bells boom betwixt lofting ashes and

Unsheathed blokes razing the town;

Pirates about pillaging and raping

As they please;

Militia have fled the town.


Morning bells strike as the hanging and

Morning tea has just awoken in the kingdom;

Redcoats doing as Master wishes

As He pleases;

Townsfolk have fled the kingdom.


Morning bells chime through bustling markets and

Untethered citizens in the nation;

People barter and mingle with

Their own request;

Dictators and scoundrels flee the nation.


“I think there’s some connection between

Absolute discipline and absolute freedom”

-Alan Rickman.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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