Now is the hour

by Raeez Jacobs


A siren sound
And all around
People are scrambling;
They are together, bound.
They are gambling
Gambling with their lives
And hoping for a quieter sound

Oh my friends,
Now is the hour
To blow your trumpets
In happiness;
Two men are getting married
And they needn’t worry
About being viciously burnt

Tomorrow promises to be brighter;
Sunshine so much lighter,
Drop your weapons and stare up at the sky
Now is the hour;
The hour anticipated-
Fought for
And hoped for,
Now is the hour to blow your trumpets
-hand in hand
Now is the hour.

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