The Missing Drum Poem by Oluwagbemisola O. Lawal

In the heart of a village, where life's rhythm thrived,
Stood a treasured drum, where dreams and hopes derived.
Its beats echoed the spirit of a united land,
Guiding souls with its sound, like a steady hand.

But a thief in the shadows, with wicked intent,
Crept 'neath the moon's cloak, his heart malcontent.
He snatched the village drum, a theft in the night,
Leaving hearts heavy, shrouded in sorrow's blight.

Yet the thief, in his folly, failed to comprehend,
The power of the drum, a force he couldn't bend.
For the drum carried stories, whispered in each beat,
A symphony of resilience, that none could defeat.

Oh, stolen mandate, like the drum misplaced,
Injustice reigned, as truth was effaced.
The judiciary, veiled in a cloak of deceit,
Rendered wrong judgments, bitter and incomplete.

But let them know, their actions bear a weight,
For stolen beats must find justice's fate.
Like the stolen drum, yearning for its rightful place,
The stolen mandate must face consequences' embrace.

For the drum shall arise, with thunder and might,
In the hands of the just, it shall reclaim the right.
Its beats shall resound, with a resolute sound,
Echoing truth and justice, as hope is unbound.

And the judiciary, too, shall be held to account,
As the stolen mandate unveils its true amount.
For in the realm of consequences, no thief shall evade,
The reckoning of karma, where debts must be paid.

So let the rhythm of truth reverberate far and wide,
As the stolen drum finds its place, by justice's side.
May the echoes of consequence ring loud and clear,
For stolen mandates and wrong judgments to fear.

In the symphony of life, let justice prevail,
Let stolen drums beat, no falsehoods to assail.
For in the end, the village drum shall find its place,
And stolen mandates shall face their rightful embrace.