The Bugle's voice

Rumbling runs the reveille, Sharp and abrupt comes the sound. Unequivocally it yells out, Fervently like a thunderous storm. Swiftly Khakis and Boots leap from slumber to sobriety, Pacing as fast as hunting peregrines, At the sound of the bugle. The bugle's voice shatters the brief tranquility we relish when we slumber. The bugle's voice so high pitched; Can quiver a tough captain, Can distort the thought of soldiers. In fact The bugle's voice defines our path! We motion as the bugle's voice orchestrates, We do not have a say: an order is an order! We dare not trample on the path of recalcitrance , Otherwise Pongos, Otondos, would b our new names, And proper punishment meted out to us. The bugle's is like a bambino seeking attention from its mother: Day in day out it wails; At dawn, we forcefully rise to salute the anthem, At sunset we recall our patriotic vows, At dark we are forced to bed like toddlers. The fear of the bugle's voice is the beginning of wisdom.