Drums

end the war now

while humanity lay sleeping
a subtle sound came creeping
a tiny muffled murmur
of the drums   

it crept into our valley
a quiet distant sally
the reverberating tapping
of the drums

oh the drums drums drums
foretell the things to come
the tapping beat calls
hearts and minds to stir

awakened from dear sleep
we discern the growing creep
the mounting host of warriors
tramping on
       
the fifers next came peeling
the swooning mass was kneeling
the flash of brass and horns
enthralled us all

the salute of rifles thundered
leaving all of us to wonder
what this show of force
would mean for you and me

oh the drums drums drums
the flash and crack of guns
the might and mien of country
on display

yes we howl a raucous cheer
as we shout we raise a beer
the march of shock and awe
is on its way

the thundering timpani                                   
soul of a nation's symphony
united in common purpose
all in step

pressing on to foreign fields
with armies, tanks and shields
we offer sons and daughters
to the lords of war

sleek missiles flew and flashed
buildings crumble and crash
the righteous right of the stronger
proved again

but blood will wash the ground
wails of mourning will sound
dead soldiers and civilians
on all sides

percussive cannon blasts
bursts eardrums kills you fast
the awful smashing and the
bashing of the bombs

the popping flap of flags
assure a profiteers swag
much riches to be made
through the spoils of war

filthy lucre that is earned
the value of life is spurned
hoards of begotten treasure
condemns its lord

so spend it if you must
for your gold will turn to rust
and dust to dust your
soul shall return

oh the drums drums drums
calls our sisters and our sons
to step and march along
a deathly roll

constant war begets a madness
unhealed wounds endless sadness
friends and lovers sadly perish
families destroyed

oh the drums drums drums
once so stirring like a sun
the rattling snare of drumsticks
a hissing asp

oh the drums drums drums
we whistle through our gums
past the midnight graveyards
hallowed for our youth

so listen for the drums
the droning of the guns
stand firm for peace
and walk its blessed way

or you can yell yell yell
marching onward straight to hell
where death will greet you
with the devils kiss

he’ll sing you bitter taps
the music that entraps
and commends the young
to the wretched earth

or play Djembe for peace
witness all conflict cease
bongo bops for peace
may it always increase

yes the drums drums drums
the resounding joyful strums
a mirthful dance of peace
may it always increase

so play Djembe for peace
our song will never cease
our dance will be
a whirling prayer of grace

Music Selection:
Fela Kuti & Afrika 70, Zombie

jbm
3/9/12
Oakland

Reviews

[Bare trees]

Incredible work, incredible.

[Day]

this is beautiful, inspirational.. I very much enjoy the image of drums being beaten, subtly creeping into people's minds... the music will save us. great job here.

[r. f. jordan]

What i am experiencing as a reader, as i read contributions from the work of this riskrapper, is that he is aligned with one of those titans of poetry i find most iconic. this piece confirms that affinity even further. this hearkens, to me, back to Drum-Taps as an inter-textual nod. what that hearkening does is begin to reflect me on how the current state of this nation compares and contrasts with 1865. What this piece also does is further blow me out onto the trail of what i believe to be a master poet. the structure of the quatrains, the flawless flow of rhyme scheme, and the impassioned sentiment, is awe inspiring. i am thrilled to see that this speaker has tossed another half dozen works onto this site, for it means i have the task of reading it all. outside of the politics it expresses, which i find myself too inexperienced to speak on, this poetry is incredible.