Dancers on the Ground
Scrap n’ stomp,
feet that romp,
eyes ablaze with fire, amaze!
Skin shining,
rhythmic timing,
sweat dripping,
beat hitting;
these are the movements to spark revolutions.
Dust in the air,
kandi to share;
people to meet,
smiles to keep-
songs of souls to beat out our woes.
And here is the build up,
and it’s time to gear up,
as the crowd charges on,
hyped for the song,
feet moving faster,
on to a new chapter,
climbing higher and higher,
hoping never to tire,
when suddenly- YES, OH, MY GOD!
The beat drops so hard,
leaving you jarred,
broken and scarred;
stomping, breaking, sliding n’ gliding-
dancing with the Earth in a tradition from birth.
