The Trumpets Call
Prose-Poetry
by Anne G
These are the days, so often mentioned.
The days of calm, before the storm.
A menace grows around the globe.
Madk and garb disguise the monsters.
Deceitful rhetoric used to conquer.
The days of peace, are nearly ended.
Unrest and chaos have descended.
This is a plea, to one and all.
Hasten to heed, the trumpet’s call.
Before our foe reaches our shores.
Then it will be much too late.
All we are, will be for naught.
JUNE 2016 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Why write? I write because I am: Driven to distraction by the inequities of the society in which we live. Motivated by cruelty, abuse, ignorance and indifference. My intention: To poke, prod and provoke!
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde
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