Drums must speak
to our heartbeat
in this journey
of a thousand gorges,
gullies and gulches
Drums must rumble
and arrest
mutant pandemics
that steal our breath
Our task is to stay awake
We are sentinels
We carry the spark
We stoke the embers
We keep the night-song alive
custodians of memories scared
We are arms and backs
that shoulder the burden
and ferry the weighty
baggage of our being
Eyes that keep the flame
winds that set the record straight
dreams that dwell on the truth of the past
while splashing sketches of the future
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