tell the bells to please stop ringing; <br />halt the horns so cease they cry; <br />forbade the watchmen to go on singing, <br />'from the lake, from the hills, from the sky, <br />all is well, safely rest, god is nigh.' <br /> <br />so i say and so i say to stop! <br />it is madness to confuse the young with lambs: <br />bloody, butchered, and murdered for naught, <br />but 'the stars gleaming ray softly send, <br />'to thy hands we our souls, lord, commend.'<br /><br />David Grant Sinclair<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tell-the-bells-to-please-stop-ringing/
