I'm a cool headed guy who was raised by his parents not ever abuse women. I was born and raised in Edo State Nigeria, I currently reside in Port harcourt River State, Nigeria.)
The Drummer
THE DRUMMER
Never knew a sorrowful heart
Could smile again after it's surface lost vert
Tears and pains her gain
Until this day
THE DRUMMER
Beatthe drum to speak in different languages
Tears and joy drippedfrom her voice
Like the exercise between penile and crits
A sad-joy exercise with an empty stomach
You touches the drum with
Every act of perfection
Like what the MESSI of LaLiga's
Left foot does with football.
Every sound from the drum
Came with different head healing
Cure from frowning
And unnecessary murmuring
THE DRUMMER
You made us dance
"Like David dance"
We dance out sorrow
And postpone our misery to morrow.
Wish your drum could help hasten this four years courtship
So we could Forget this moments of hardship
Orchestrated by bad leadership
In their attempt to clip to ruler'ship
THE DRUMMER
I applaud you
But yet blame you
Your drums speak languages
Even laugh in Swahili
But yet you refused
To let them speak in Daura
Into those ears that are holding us back
Still scared even in dark?
If we could dance to it sounds
They will as well listen to it's voice.
A DEDICATION TO ALL NIGERIA PERFORMING ARTIST THAT WILL NOT SPEAK AGAINST THE ILLS IN OUR POLITICAL SYSTEM BUT GIVE US PARTY JAMS INSTEAD.
©AGHADAGHEBALU CLEMENT ESE
June 2018.