The first bell rang;
I waved goodbye to my mother
With a dirty old mat beside her
One kiss on the forehead
A warmth embrace of love
I stood outside the front door
Looking at her precious face
I painted an enormous smile

Hurriedly, I walked outside our home
With my brother’s hand on mine
Tightly grasping my fingers
A melody of innocence
A song of deep connection.
Walking through the town,
Barely noticing the people’s faces.
Some are overly ecstatic
Some are drown in solitude
Unraveled footsteps and unheard voices
We passed by those shattered dreams
A hundred meters, we travelled by
A huge door entrance waiting
With its architectural grandiose
Swarming with people once again
It’s the town church, our destination.

I held my little brother’s hand
And walked towards the place
Thirty steps up the stairs
Another five beside the chairs
A bronze figure encloses our eyes
A huge bell hanging at the top
We hold on tight to the sturdy rope
And moved it back and forth
In a pendulum motion we swayed
Until the second bell rang;

A few minutes we continued our stance
Then we went down the steps
Leaving the room and shutting off its door,
I’m still holding to my brother’s hand.
Then two shadows emerged from the scene
Two far to be foreseen
Little by little we caught a clearer gaze
They are wearing a white robe with an angered face
With a piece of wood, they approached us nearer
I hold on to my brother tighter
In a span of seconds they reached our pace
They said the gold pieces are nowhere in place
Before they strike with their own brute force
I escaped quickly in pain
I have let go of my brother’s hand.
I left the place and asked for help
Unheard voices and silent screams
Turns out I’m one of them after all
With nothing to do and no one to ask
I fell in deep slumber

I didn’t notice the piece of metal grazed on me
Struck by the same people who captured my brother, I see.
I dreamed of my brother beaten to eternal sleep
With his melancholic face
And solitude gaze
I hoped this was all just a dream
I never want to hear his scream
It breaks my heart into a hundred pieces
I am one of those silent voices
At last, the third bell rang.
The bell ringers’ nowhere to be seen.