We have become more familiar lately with the role that censorship plays in the lives of private citizens, politicians, entertainers, (pretty much anybody) and more recently teachers. Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursedįor the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an' worseĪn' for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe Spellbound an' swallowed 'til the tolling ended Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspendedĪs we listened one last time an' we watched with one last look Starry-eyed an' laughing as I recall when we were caught Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trailįor the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a taleĪn' for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail Tolling for the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostituteįor the misdemeanor outlaw, chased an' cheated by pursuitĮven though a cloud's white curtain in a far-off corner flashedĪn' the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly liftingĮlectric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the onesĬondemned to drift or else be kept from drifting Tolling for the deaf an' blind, tolling for the mute
Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled talesįor the disrobed faceless forms of no position Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mindĪn' the unpawned painter behind beyond his rightful time Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze
#Democracy 3 keeps crashing cracked#
The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail Tolling for the outcast, burnin' constantly at stake Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned an' forsaked Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake With faces hidden while the walls were tighteningĪs the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin' rainĭissolved into the bells of the lightning In the city's melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashingįlashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fightįlashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flightĪn' for each an' ev'ry underdog soldier in the nightĪn' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing. We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashingĪs majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds Far between sundown's finish an' midnight's broken toll
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