The Revolution Bell Poem by W H Benjamin

Somewhere, I heard this chilling Roman Rhyme
Where seeds of great oppression grow, listen!
Quiet! You will hear her toll; 'Liberty'.
Forged in the hottest, flaming, furnace
Down a deep, dark, wishing well. A child once,
Stood and wished the City fell. Where? God knows.

At Lexington, they heard it's knell; Versailles
Sound of every coin, ever fallen
Slapped, clattering down from a poor man's hand
Hear her stir, deep within Nubia Mountains,
Every strike ignites a town. Thunder.

Quivering in the Sunset glow, when struck
She calls to every ear, that cares, listen,
Equality. Fraternity. Justice.
Santo Domingo to Blue Nile oil Fields.
The ringing! Hear her raw metallic roar.

Rulers, take care of where you dwell
Who's blood? The price of this weeping Union Bell.
Keening bell, igniting, burns corrupt stalks
Where sour seeds of oppression once did grow
Revolution seeds her chimes will sow.