NO BELLS

No bells are ringing

Six million times,

There are no chimes

Tolling the death-toll

Of slaughtered

Children and men,

There is no outcry

Up there In heaven

Or down here on earth

Which covers it all

With a carpet of flowers

'and here,' they say,

'here they lie,

and feed proud trees

that give much shade

and air and life

to their murderers.'

Spring has come

And a baby's heart

Forever and ever

In its mother's womb

Looks up to the sky

Through the dark hearts

Of red anemones,

Up at the blue sky

With innocent clouds

Like the unborn babe

Seeking some answer,

Might it be

That hell has

No home but earth,

That life has no meaning,

Or that a Jewish hand

Must feed many a tree,

And red anemones

Need the heart

Of a baby never born,

And up there

Is a voice saying

'so be it.'