The Viennese authorities have melted down
the great bell in St. Stephen's to supply metal
for guns or muntions. Every poor village
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Very tidy, well-crafted poem, despite the bathos of the 'message'. Highly artificial, it doesn't read so. The 'ecclesio-centric message is worthy of the converted Verlaine: see 'Tournez, tournez bons cheveaux de bois'. MM
An exemplar poem that nails humans' endless corrupt and crave for power. Added to that is one heartbreaking portrayal of the demise of human and humane virtues. Destroying the symbols which many believe to be their calling card to the divine is again an indirect note of shattered hopes. Wars after all doesn't stop with destroying the serenity of lands, but also the tranquility of one's mind.
Nicely the significance of church bell is expressed by the poet!
Well articulated piece of poetry elegantly brought forth with clarity of thought and mind...........................