No Man is an Island
No man is an island entire of itself; every man
is a piece of the continent, a part of the main;
if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe
is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as
well as any manner of thy friends or of thine
own were; any man's death diminishes me,
because I am involved in mankind.
And therefore never send to know for whom
the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
This poem explains how people are combined... Like stacking cards. It rattles and rattles and end up falling. It sounds like one person, dying seems to be nothing.But it does matter. Maybe not to us but to the close people... It will feel like end of the world. This is happening all around the world. People who get noticed... People who doesn't... Just dying on the side. Not noticed. This Connects to the book called,'The Island' it is a story about a guy from the another island, arrested. Don't have rights to do anything. They just follow the rules, trying to learn the ropes, but, the ignorance and the word 'different' divides them from it. People are equal, just their faith changes it all.
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