Call to War.
Ring ring put down the phone, you must not call that place again. You cannot see them, cannot hear them, you cannot call that place again. Ring ring I told you no! Put down the phone, it's time to go. The war is on, it's time to fight, the armies march, we leave this night. Ring ring They are all gone, no one will answer your call. It is the time, so put down the phone, we go where there is no ring at all. Ring ring Ring ring Ring ring click.
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|Title Annotation:||Part Three: A Selection of Poems from The American Poetry Review's High School Program, Young Voices|
|Publication:||The American Poetry Review|
|Date:||Jul 1, 2008|
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