Little Drummer Girl Poem by David Wilson

Little Drummer Girl

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Every week she steps daily in army,
Faking that she does it happily,
evenly taps it out constantly
the beat always comes to me
It wakes the family
Who wearily strains their eyes faithfully
hoping that eventually
they'll coming marching orderly across the praire
And then finally
the end will come and we can rest peacefully
knowingly with the thoughts in our heads
that the young aren't dead
That they're back alive safely
And he dont have to live hatefully
side by side the enemy
that our neighbors can be called a friend to me

But Until then, she marches daily
just evenly taps it out constantly
And fakes that she does it Happily
My Little Drummer Girl

She walks to the rhythm with her face full of optimism
Any second she may break down
From suffocation, or Dehydration
Die in service to her nation
Her hearts racing
She wants to move faster
Before the Rhythm out lasts her
but she can't
it doesnt speed up or fade it's
what you call a cadence
a flow of rhythm measured movements
And May be what happens to my baby
A fall of the voice in speaking
her strength is leaking
A new heart she is seeking
While she's thinking
I can make it
even as she's sinking
Deeper into trouble
I dont mean to burst the bubble
But I keep coming back to the fact
that she may never make it home
that I may spend my life alone
A vision in my head
of her fake smile even while she's dead

My little Drummer Girl
She's marching to the beat
My little Drummer Girl
She's Shuffling her Feet

Today I got a letter
She said she's doin better
and thanked me for her sweater
she said its to big
that she feels like a twig
she looks around at the hollow faces
cheek bones and ribs visible
the situation is despicable
the grief indescribable
she said she feels dead
but they increased the rations
extra soup and another piece of bread
She said the fight is almost over
That she cant wait to see Rover
The German Shephard
The dog that helped us Raise her
it's sad that its older,
but it may live longer
It just makes me madder
that she's falling down the ladder
almost to the bottom
but the country says we're doin GREAT
that we almost got 'em
I cant wait to see my girl again

My little Drummer Girl
She's marching to the beat
My little Drummer Girl
She's Shuffling her Feet

A Man In Uniform came to my door again
Today he said she's dead
It made my heart sore and then
I knew she was still marching
she will be forever more
He said 'God rest her soul, at least we found her whole'
A bullet to her chest made it quick
right through the heart, it makes me sick
She tapped it out on a daily basis
in kinds of horrid places
Now her souls in a stasis
I can hear it tapping
even as im rapping
Im clapping to the metronome of a beat
thats going on and on
even when the song is done
even when the drummer's gone
The war has reached its climax
Falling action resolution
but its no cushion for the broken bones of my heart
Every day I hear it start
she's marching daily
just evenly tappin it out constantly
faking that she does it happily
only now she's there for eternity
My Little Drummer Girl

My little Drummer Girl
She's marching to the beat
My little Drummer Girl
She's Shuffling her Feet

Just evenly taps it out constantly
faking that she does it happily
only now, shes there for eternity
my little drummer girl

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