Drummers Drummed Drum Poem by Asaolu Abayomi

screams of wariness
sounds of Shame
whistle of retreat
peril of pride
demise of sanity
tattered branded skin
nefarious creatures they are

rhythmic and impressive
tuning to the belly
shaky noddy heads
hope of our generation
our foods burn to ash
we seems to care not
dancing all to the rhythm
the rhythm of hope
the hope of hopelessness
the hopelessness of laughter
the laughter of jest

silence in pandemonium
rhythm has sliced us
pale we are
weak to fight back
freely they took
hearty we were to give
the sound lured us to pain
the rhythm drove us far away
far away that we can't see
just like the four robbers drum
we danced uncontrollably
not minding our goodies
who is the drummer?
who are the dancers?
who drummed the drummers drum?

the drum is peace
if drummed by the drummer
the drum is pieces
when slapped by an impostor
slapped the tuning rhythm aright
dancing we couldn't abate
impenitent hearted fellow
shame to his kind
drumming the drum of false