The DrumA Poem by MarhkorIs this not what you envisioned my son, these beasts with guns? Oh know what you have done. See through your prideful eyes. ‘Tis not a night of remembrance, but of forgotten souls, forgotten lies. The night screams intensely. Your fists above your head. Please my son, drop your arms And give up the drums. © 2010 MarhkorAuthor's Note
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