Dissonant whispers of death
the freedom drums beat out to the sound of anger

A flaming redhead echoes her drums
the resounding crescendo
carries fiercely across the void
upon the crying wind
heralding hope for a people
as she hears the distant whispered
angry screaming
sounds of war
the banging of the freedom drums
fire and ice in the sound
ta tam, TA TAM, TA DAM, bam BA BAM
BAM BAM BAM BA BAM!
drowning out the
screams of blood and death
she envisions you
deep dread
painting your heart red
in anger
in fear
knelt within your broken home
young children screaming
women protesting
injustice reigning
as the bombs fall
too close for comfort
too late for
consolation
the drums, they beat
ta tam, TA TAM, TA DAM, bam, BA BAM
BAM BAM BAM BA BAM!
as planes, jets of war scream overhead
the rat a tat of gunfire
amid screams of death
sound in the near distance
no more! you scream
tucking the little ones
among broken things
you in anger
charge the beast
weapon raised
ready to fight
to no avail
they are long gone
their weapon of destruction
damage done
is off to wreak death
elsewhere
the drums, they beat
ta tam, TA TAM, TA DAM, bam, BA BAM
BAM BAM BAM BA BAM!
on and on, no end in sight
FREEDOM! you scream
we will fight for freedom
from tyranny
what right have you?
demanding our lives
our blood, our land
for your mad illusions
and delusions
we shall be free
we shall fight
the drums will beat
ta tam, TA TAM, TA DAM, bam, BA BAM
BAM BAM BAM BA BAM!
do you hear the freedom drums
the crying winds
mourning for the world?
demanding it's moment of freedom!
imploring peace
aching
FOR FREEDOM!
N.A.
About the Creator
Novel Allen
You can only become truly accomplished at something you love. (Maya Angelou). Genuine accomplishment is not about financial gain, but about dedicating oneself to activities that bring joy and fulfillment.




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