Ring out you broken bells

Ring out you broken bells in falling steeples
Tottering tocsin* in a shell-torn tower
This is your freedom, you Slavonic peoples
For this has perished all your manhood’s flower

Hang flags upon split gables, rags on rubble
Deck a dead city peopled with the dead
While the flames rage unchecked through the stubble

* Alarm bell

This is an undated (and possibly unfinished) poem by Lorna. We think that it was most likely written in 1941.