Musicism - Poem by Omiat Kings
all the -isms that a man could perspire through.
Why don't we make room for musicism?
Let's ride our economies with melodies of love
with a simple tune, make our stocks reach up and above
May our problems be solved with rhythm and song
May violence be settled with cymbals and gongs
May aggravation, which is common now-a-days,
be expressed only in musical ways
May the chirp of a clarinet, or the buzz of a sax
carry the weight off our soldiers backs
and the whistle of a flute or the boom of a drum
send peace to our people, one by one
and the strum of a guitar send a sound to all men
that gives them a hint of true common sense
Musicism can help us and save every day
unless all believe it impossible for the world to be this way.
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