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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.


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