The Bell Tolls Destruction is in the air Change is imperative No longer can we revel in the bliss of ignorance The conditioning of education The misrepresentations nurtured by traditions of fear Preparing us like perfect firewood Time to wake up! We are dying Being used up like a food supply Continuing to defer our obligations to our children Conditioning them to do the same Bartering our denial as the well goes dry Choosing to misunderstand the work; The work is to unify not multiply By giving in to the beast of loneliness; Our pervasive fear We submit to a control unknown By refusing to rationalise this force We guarantee its future We are dying! Like hollow logs empty in our abundance By our denial We have cannibalised our very soul Compromised our mother earth The monster is feeding in our garden The bell is tolling But we are oblivious. Thomas F Kitt was born and raised in Galway, Ireland. In 1971 he moved to New York where he raised a family. He now divides his time between New York and Hua Hin, Thailand.