the sound of the druns,
is only the start,
it will dig into your soul,
into your heart.
We will go on, into the unknown,
together as one,
we will not be thrown.
The shakles let loose,
from the beast inside,
It shows no mercy and nowhere to hide.
the sound of the druns,
is only the start,
it will dig into your soul,
into your heart.
The rising of a nation that will flutter forever,
that will not live defeat,
not now, not ever.
My brothers around me fall to the floor,
they are gone forever and be forever no more.
The sound of the druns,
is only the start,
it will dig into your soul,
into your heart.
A blow, a cry, I whirlwind down
lying there now,
down hard on the ground.
My brothers fight on,
the drums are back,
they never lay low, they only attack.
The sound of the druns,
is only the start,
it dug into my soul,
then into my heart.
YOU ARE READING
The drums
PoetryThe sound of the drums us only the start - it will dig into your soul, into your heart . Reflecting those who had to go to war.
