They may know some fascinating
things about physics, but
that's still not enough to get
my vote on their card. Ring out
the bells. I don't need to be
taught how to float above the
patchwork ground while I contemplate
nothing and everything.
Ring out the bells. It's all too
boring. The logic teachers
always have hidden agendas
stuffed between their well groomed
plastic teeth. I don't like the
chemical minty smell of
that kind of hot baked philosophy.
Just don't hurt nobody.
That's simple enough, isn't
it? Ring out the bells. Why
do you have to memorize
so many uncanny facts
that may or may not be true?
It's nothing that I care about.
Why can't we live together?
The rich boys with their nuclear
toys on pull strings are nothing
more than bullies and brats.
They certainly don't rule me.
Ring out the bells. It's a love
thing or it's nothing to get
hung about, eh? You've got the
bells in your hands, ring them. I
wont be forced to do anything
that requires so much hate
for it to happen. It's self-
centered, stupid cruelty, instead
of humane creativity.
It's poison gas, not
common ground. Hurt nobody.
You know what is true. We are
not merely powerless animals
at their disposal.
We are the sacred living
bells of life. Do your job. Ring
beauty with truth as its pleasant
echo. You're not alone,
but don't forget to sing your
real words all around the world.
It's just a poem, until
it's flowers smelled together.