Dances Of My Rhythem Poem by Felix Emeka George

In my listen-ear I hear the drums
Come over, from far the fluttering air
Dancing, in harmony of melodies more distinct
From the holy man's glasses house
Coming the rhythem a crescendo and razzmatazz
Of the people, sing over the mighty music
There is rhythem of the heavy gaily gong
A fan fare of flutes from dry wood sound
(Ekwe) the long-wooden-handle gong drum beat
Like I never hear the slow and resonant (shekere)
A calabash on skirts in singing tambourine
An (udude) , a candour of melodies bass
Buzzing bamboo as trays the xylophone
Mixing the animals skin stolen in shrine
In beats of dancing to our rhythms
Dances of my rythems, rhythem of my fathers.