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The Trumpets Call

The Trumpets Call


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.

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