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End of the Day

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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?

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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.



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