clarion call poem

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"clarion call" 

He held high his gong 
to keep the burdened souls 
floating on the sea of life 
Played hard to keep awake 
our sleeping heroes. 
On the eve of victorious and 
vibrant days of struggle; 
Nerves of warriors tremble, 
mirrors of minds reflect 
on past path of existence. 
Legend reign of harmony 
and abundance of things. 
The vibrant and seasoned 
strength of honest voices 
lost in memorable years of 
the past. 
On the eve of our crisis the 
devouring palms of heroes 
lost grip of drum sticks, 
entrusted their drums to the 
dusk of time. 
I hope that echoes 
of our drums never fade. 
We are called to rise. 
To uphold the dignity of our past, 
build on strength of honesty and 
faith in mankind. 
To keep alive the vibrant echoes 
of our legend drums. 

© 1998, Chidi A. Okoye 

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