Bell tolls for all

‘You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled
Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring
The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.’ —W.B. Yeats

Battlefields were gone long ago, bones turned to dust
Thousands perished here feeding conquerors’ power lust

They were young once, full of ambitions and dreams
Life cut short in distant lands amid pain and screams

Call of duty, false pride or manipulated by the powerful
They came in hordes, primed to kill, but dying like fools

Promises unfulfilled, broken hearts’ lonely cries unheard
Silent cries crush the hearts of myriad orphans left behind

Crumpled statues litter the landscape, those who gave the war calls
Take heart lost ones, when the dust settles, the bell tolls for all

This poem is in response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month (November) with Yeats Challenge day Fifteen

Author: pranabaxom

Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.

12 thoughts on “Bell tolls for all”

    1. Shelly’s Ozymandias of Egypt was mandatory reading for my high school English poetry class. But I did not have that in my mind when I wrote this poem. I am watching The Vietnam War by Ken Burns in PBS and the futility of war becomes so apparent. I can see the resemblance now that you have mentioned it.


      1. Shelley’s poem about the ephemeral nature of glory is the same as the futility of war. I can’t think of any place in the world where a foreign power has stepped in to ‘sort things out’ has resulted in either peace or any kind of a sorting out other than splitting the country into two or more factions.

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      1. That’s up-to Jane or whoever else send out a challenge that’s appealing. I do have to confess that I like Yeats.
        December – I am travelling. No computer, so depends on good wi-fi internet connection and what I can do with my relic of a smart phone.☺

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