Does the bell toll for the ones who kill
without the consent of kings and generals? I hear birdsongs become terribly still.
We organise the queues to heaven and hell
segregate the saints and shove the criminals. Does the bell toll for the ones who kill?
The bullet’s picked out from flesh, but until
the trigger’s broken the gun is functional. I hear birdsongs become terribly still.
The puppets just show the puppeteer’s skill,
snakehoods sway at the charmer’s recital. Does the bell toll for the ones who kill?
No women keen when he leaves his cell
the news despatch is clipped and official. I hear birdsongs become terribly still.
The young must die as old men turn to evil
there is no peace, unbroken storm no lull. Does the bell toll for the ones who kill?
I hear birdsongs become terribly still.
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