No words

I wasn't sure what to write today, news travels quickly in a small town. I remember studying this poem my second year of university. It's message is powerful; better than anything I could say today...

For whom the bell tolls (No man is an island)
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 manner 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.