Dear Music

Dear Music Dear Music- would you marry drum? for it will be beautiful when played under the setting sun How would you love to be tomorrow’S heading will you invite Guitar to your wedding? From million miles your melodies be heard As soothing as the morning hymn of a mocking bird Since happiness can only befriend you For you’re surely beautiful and true. Music- queen of the ballroom You Indeed are dominator of the mind In vexed volume Could you stop the violence- happening a thousand mile Sole Perceiver of peace - thence thou shalt smile For you are one of the timbers of earth As every soul knows you since birth Only you can manipulate the choice-less And can also speak for the voiceless. Music- should you need a king, Who will endear you with a diamond ring You can think of Michael Jackson and Bob Marley, From your talented basement to your lobby, And even to you, Lucky Dube, and John Lennon were dear, among the spot earners on the isle of the phenomena As they, the aforementioned had no limit of valence Yet they lived and died under our pitiful surveillance. Dear Music- I wish you could walk for the disabled For they indeed are hopeless- and subtracted from the fabled You mesmerized, thence emphasized the beautiful life But don’t the laborer deserve a break from the hunger and strife I admire your stance to point out the lies- that demised many dreams However I’m disgusted by the ignorance of the poor’s screams Music- you define immortality- yet omit the underlying reality I wish a few will see beyond generalization one day- and preserve equality-