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End of the Day


The end of the day,

Taps are playing a sad song.

Marking of repentance,

Tragedy of days so long.

Much late to forgive,

This travesty by a few.

Where is due justice,

As the times have run askew?


Where is reveille,

"First Call", time to rise and shine?

Starting a new day,

When all's lives are on the line?

Blow the bugle's charge,

As mere trumpets can't compare.

Reach for atonement,

There's so little time to spare.



whonunuwho (author) from United States on November 10, 2017:

Well perceived my friend. Many blessings on this cool Fall day. whonu

Ralph Schwartz from Idaho Falls, Idaho on November 10, 2017:

This piece has the underpinnings of a call to action statement - I found myself wondering "who would answer the call, when lives were on the line." Perhaps in the mindset of someone standing outside the walls of Jericho?

Nikki Khan from London on November 09, 2017:

Yes,of course dear,God bless you too.

whonunuwho (author) from United States on November 09, 2017:

Yes my friend, it does seem that way. There is always hope and faith to see us through. Blessings. whonu

Nikki Khan from London on November 09, 2017:

Amazing piece of poetry,truly we are getting close to our end day by day.

whonunuwho (author) from United States on November 08, 2017:

Thank you MsDora. Many blessings. whonu

Dora Weithers from The Caribbean on November 08, 2017:

Thanks for the reminder. When the day ends, it ends the day.

Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on November 08, 2017:

Most expressive. Enjoyed.

Michael Milec on November 07, 2017:

Solemn. All our days lead toward that Heavenly a glorious never ending one.

whonunuwho (author) from United States on November 07, 2017:

Thank you, my friend. Many blessings to you and yours. whonu

manatita44 from london on November 07, 2017:

Well Put!

Great expressions and food for thought.- Lantern.

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