The Call of Truth

One can hear the wailing of truth That echoes in the heart of earth The voice of just floats in the air That jerks him to be dare. One can feel the blurring of rights That engulf umpteen number of lives The voice of protest melts in the dark That leaves indeed a sound reflection. One can taste the diminishing values That trudge him back from humanity The voice of truth adorns his dreams That rouses him from the dormancy. One can see the recurring of history That grasps the brain of illusion The voice of service knocks his conscience That blends him back to society. One can touch the quivering vein That wraps his wisdom with an impulse The voice of equity hails for success That sucks him to the world of reality. One can smell the aroma of freedom That glistens over the face of morality The voice of fraternity invades his mind That calls him for action. One can hope for a heavenly world That shuts the door to violence The voice of peace evokes his dreams That restores the path of eternal bliss.