“The Rhythmic Pounding of the Drum Beat”

Anna Berlinger
I thrive on fantasy. It shows me the tricks of spiritual warfare and how dragons may be slain!
Poetry

Oct 16,2017

The rhythmic pounding of the drum beat

pulses – vibrate as the memories start:

tribal voices, droning deep and sweet.

 

I can feel the throbbing of the heat

of the white sun – my skin, a darkened art:

the rhythmic pounding of the drum beat.

 

Nyumba Yangu, my home, they repeat;

ancestral spirits lure my mind apart –

tribal voices, droning deep and sweet.

 

Far from those plains, I trod on weary feet:

my skin, now cracked by master’s hand. Impart –

the rhythmic pounding of the drum beat!

 

Day by day, the tobacco, cotton, wheat –

prayers, raised through cracked throats and lips, do depart:

tribal voices, droning deep and sweet.

 

Our freedom will never concede defeat!

Be the song of millions with but one heart:

the rhythmic pounding of the drum beat –

tribal voices, droning deep and sweet.

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