hear the beautiful tapestry
woven from the consciousness
see the images of freedom
that undulating beat
that pronounced bass guitar
that punchy drum kit
the catchy congas and bongos
now is the redemption time
chills in the spines of the wicked
they shall be scattered and shattered
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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