Poetry. Alternative.

[khaell]

Post "everything and nothing"

whrite first, then interpretate.

 

For whom the bells tools? Slide, drift, loud crash

I dont care, he dont care. who cares?

For whom the bells tools? Hospital, children dead, mothers cry.

Noone cares.

For Whom the bells tools. Father old, girl was young, I heard the shout. A lot. The Suitcases, bags. He had to leave,

I wont care. Because He havent.

For whom the bells tools. Guitar was loud. only blues. Only that I saw. Only Personal pain. Only passive listeners.

I cared. I'm the guitarist. I'm the singer.

The Bells tools again. They Wont stop.

 

I whrote this one some time ago, I hope someone will understand the point.

[dezdimona]

I like it in an off beat sort of way. :biggrin:

[species5478]

Interesting...