Call to Duty

Work without respite,Child of the day,Life has no momentsTo squander away;Hearts are still hungry,Eyes are still blind,Feet are still tryingThe straight path to find.

You who have takenTruth's torch in your hand,While one is needyHow can you standIdly complacent?Out in the nightBrothers are groping:Take them the light.

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