When The Drums Sing

High up in the sky-
Above the cotton-white clouds
of the gallant African sky,
A new sound drums through the firmament.
The thunders bellow a new chant
as the sun climbs swiftly over the golden brown plains

From the four points of the lofty North Star
A new wind whistles through the air,
Seething through the age old leaves
Of the ancient mythical baobab.
Its breast explodes with resounding roar
Shaking the Earth with its mighty thud

As the gentle hums of Mother call
The springs that birthed the oceans and seas
Bursts forth with life anew
Robbed of their pride once they were
But now the drums of their fathers call

In the deepest crest of the African earth
An ancient drum yells
As it was in the beginning, so shall it be in the end
The children will rise
And quench the fury of the silent ancestors
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