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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