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Submitted by R.R.J.Sebacher on 3 May 2007 - 4:40pm.
A Bugle Call
Seeing the strong white teeth
Row
On
Row
On row / on row
On
Row
On
Row
In the maw of our national cemeteries
One wonders
Should they ever find voice
Could preachers and politicians
Past and present
Contain the crescendo of hate
If each but whispered from beyond
They would be so loud
Stupidity and greed could not hide
Behind their deaf gods and laws
R.R.J.Sebacher©
