Hope's Call Poem by Howard Long

Lost horns wake the night
a tune not felt in ages.
Searching for man's might,
a tool with rusted edges.

The anvil wages war,
the steel will shimmer clear,
as duty calls us forth
to drop the final tear.

The age of singing floors,
shall end this night at last.
The dawn of duty calls,
the star its rays will cast.

The virtues call men forth,
a song like lilies blossom:
to heed the call imprudent,
and stand before the storm.
To live within the streets,
and stand a coward no more.