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Echoes of a bugle

by rw-dennen

Bugle call in cadence be spread your deep sincerity Reverberate its call within our minds of good deeds done for better times Heroes of every walk of life remembered by bugle sounds into vesper night It's sounding love of mankind and sacrifice About everyday people like you and me About brass sounds that triumph liberty It's sounding our land, not laid bare, by the right to speak It's sounding about lives laid down that freedoms seek And through that bugle call we see in taps that sound great dignity We must fight not to relinquish our hard earned truth in bugle calls of our youth Now i lay my bugle down to sleep And still i hear that sound that haunting sound forever be that ushers forth our dignity
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Written by
rw-dennen
Published
Jul 4, 2015
Time
2m
Notes

Hang strong "We the People" have the masses. This poem was meant for

people like Martin Luther King who gave forth positive contributions and died

in helping mostly the middle class and poor; have a good 4th.

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#honor#freedom#respect#dignity#liberty#brotherhood#bugle#contributions#taps
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