Stir Silence! Poem by binti laye

Gather a band of thousand drums
Train each percussionist a million times
Rehearse the umpteenth time
Set the stage befitting a royal
Whose ascendancy has just been beamed on an unprecedented platform
Are the crowds assembled
Blow the horn for the orchestra conductor to strike the first cord
The choreographers mounting the podium
I bid thee to commence the circus
Sing thee till thy throat aches
But could your symphony be loud enough to stir the dead!