Toot the Horn
When a baby's born, we toot the horn
When from this Earth we pass, we play taps
In between, horns herald Kings and Queens
The onset of war, an ambulance or fire machine
Yet the grandest event at which trumpets sounded
A historical nonpareil, which once majestically resounded
Lies in tatters today -- abashed -- ashamed and ridiculed
The Ten Commandments trivia questions, their genius overruled
Shouts of 'Liberty!' 'Equality!' 'Technology!' blasts of dystrophy and death
Unbridled Anarchy blares her grim tidings ~ Divine Providence's last breaths
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2018
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