African Drum
The drum that made us,
beating dum! dum! dum!
calling for a feast,
beating tim! tim! tim!
when things are wrong..
The drum of Africa,
our culture and tradition,
your sound is our identity,
our joy and sorrow lies in you,
our collective knowledge is in you.
You are gone, gone forever,
you'll live in our dreams and stories,
moving from son to sons,
from daughter to daughters,
when you sound dum! dum! dum!
we'll remember where we came from.
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