The Drummer Poem by Aghadaghebalu Ese

THE DRUMMER

Never knew a sorrowful heart

Could smile again after it's surface lost vert

Tears and pains her gain

Until this day

THE DRUMMER

Beatthe drum to speak in different languages

Tears and joy drippedfrom her voice

Like the exercise between penile and crits

A sad-joy exercise with an empty stomach

You touches the drum with

Every act of perfection

Like what the MESSI of LaLiga's

Left foot does with football.

Every sound from the drum

Came with different head healing

Cure from frowning

And unnecessary murmuring

THE DRUMMER

You made us dance

"Like David dance"

We dance out sorrow

And postpone our misery to morrow.

Wish your drum could help hasten this four years courtship

So we could Forget this moments of hardship

Orchestrated by bad leadership

In their attempt to clip to ruler'ship

THE DRUMMER

I applaud you

But yet blame you

Your drums speak languages

Even laugh in Swahili

But yet you refused

To let them speak in Daura

Into those ears that are holding us back

Still scared even in dark?

If we could dance to it sounds

They will as well listen to it's voice.

A DEDICATION TO ALL NIGERIA PERFORMING ARTIST THAT WILL NOT SPEAK AGAINST THE ILLS IN OUR POLITICAL SYSTEM BUT GIVE US PARTY JAMS INSTEAD.

©AGHADAGHEBALU CLEMENT ESE

June 2018.