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One O’clock Gun In those Disappearing secondsBefore the hour,A weapon lies, Prepared and primed,And aimed uponThe uncertainty of time;Down below,Defenceless masses,Trudging throughThe business of their day,Dig into theirOblivious positions;As a timepiece Gives the order to discharge,And the city echoes, To the monstrous Anger of the gun, Dispatching Unprotected bodies to the air;"Advance"The unforgiving clock commands,Occupy the hoursBeyond this point,Never tread this time again,Until tomorrow, When in those Disappearing secondsBefore the hour,The weapon willFire once againA battle of attrition,From which No victory Comes