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“Heed the Call”

Sonnet




Earth’s soil is cold and dank against the skin

As life blood drains away to cleanse my soul

A poignant moment shared, no more in sin

Forgiveness asked and granted, to be whole

Through use of gun and our inhuman traits

‘Tis easy to lose sight of whence we came

For greed and power by their force dictates

Sad course of evil men in hopeful gain

In facing consequence of actions plan

From leaders who are blinded in their quest

Results in one’s abbreviated span

For those of us, who are now laid to rest

Pray heed your heart at sound of bugle’s call

Said righteousness, betwixt both sides doth fall

Richard Gildea
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