The city siren, it's unseen source,
Shouts out above the roar.
‘Make way for me along my course’,
It seems to loud implore.

‘For there's someone who I need to reach,
In need of urgent care.
So let me through I kind beseech,
Don't delay my getting there’.

To many it's just a nuisance noise,
Whilst for some a savior sign.
In equal measure assures, annoys,
This audibly thrown lifeline.

And if not a part, we'll never know,
What its sound might represent.
For the person to whom the sirens go,
To who this help was pleading sent.

Reminded of the John Donne prose,
No man an island, here we see.
Send not to know for whom the siren goes,
For it goes for you and me.