Freedom’s Bell

Poetry 1 Minute

by Paul C. Binotto

© 2019

What a ghastly, ghastly thing,
That a child so young, must drink
The cup; feel the sting.
Lost innocence comes swift, or by degree.

What awful nursery rhymes
We now sing; what memes.
What soulful freedom's
Bell that drums; the terrible truth resounds.

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