It tolls for thee....for us...God forgive us...

For Whom the Bell Tolls
by John Donne

No man is an island, Entire of itself.
Each 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 thine own Or of thine friend's were.
Each man's death diminishes me, For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know For whom the bell tolls, It tolls for thee.