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 if a manor of thy friend's
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.

By John Donne

No, Man IS on an Island

In these times, any man who is not on an island,
entire of itself
who remains a piece of a continent
or a part of the main,
he will become a clod that will be washed away
by the sea of his own humanity.
Europe, America is becoming the less
as well as they lose their promontory,
as thy friends or thine own were warned,
every man's death so envisaged by me
is not a recompense you see
because I am involved in mankind
and therefore know whom the bell told
that we've been sold,
Depression, famine, collapse
tolls for thee.



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