Drums Poem by AHO Speaks

The Pharaoh said to roll and then feather the drums
Returning from battle, carrying their dead handsome sons.
The kings that followed sounded the trumpets of war
Killing their sons and those they never saw.

The Aztecs who offered their sacrifice on the altar
Destroying their sons and also their beautiful daughter.
The Grecian elite of intellect and war
They destroyed their seed and those they never saw.

The Roman empire who journeyed the world to slay
Killing their sons and the sons who would never have; another day.
Constantine and Atilla the Hun
Killing of human beings; they said; for the holy one.

All of these came from histories past and did renew
So will others follow, as part of the many and not the few.
We come to America for generations of our children to rear
For a life time of continituy; to be productive, contribute, and to share.

Then we fell into the trap for at least seven more wars to view
The drums continued to roll and Uncle Sam said; 'I want You'.
If we continue to destroy the cradle then God will send no more
No pleading, confessing or repentance; will open the door.

12-28-05 Aho Speaks.