The
ringing bell
Loudly
in the air
Nobody
comes to pick it up
It
seems an emptiness
The
ringing tone ringing
Waking
up the ghosts
Even
that nobody arrives
It
is as empty as a haunted house
The
people passing by
Listening
to the ringing bell
They
watch and hope
Something
has to be done
They
don't like the ringing tone
It
disturbs their daily routines
It
tells of something brewing
The
blues passing parade
Motorbikes
and cars cruising by
Sometimes
they stop and watch
No
action nothing to report
They
don't want to get involved
Let
the ringing bell sing in the air
It
is as empty as a haunted house
The
crooks take on the loot
Everything
in sight and escape
Nobody
will care to report
Only
the red on the door
“It's
our right so get lost!”
The
people only whisper
“The
day will come
Judgement
will be delivered!”
The
ringing tone ringing
In
the air for all to hear
Nobody
makes a move
Afraid
of the ghosts
In
the haunted house in the corridor
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