The bell sends its vibrations through the mountains
through the barley fields changing their sweep
shaking the gravel in prestigous old man's drive way
rippling the water in the marble fountain of knowledge.
The bell only rings for those trees who stand in the morning ,
sending a vibration through the cities feet.
The bell only rings for those whose roots haven't been propagated ,
sending glasses of ice tea on edges of wooden table tops tubbling to the ground
The bell only rings for those whose camouflages matches the desert and the ocean,
throwing trees to the ground in dense forests
The bells never rang for the Angel of Nassar, but tiny vibrations still rippled on the surface of the fountain
the bells never rang for the victims of Karo Kari.
This is a poem for my english class, but its about how no on cares for minorities in their society.