Let the Drums Beat
Let the drums beat until it release the number sheet
Let the drums beat until it rip out my heart's seat
Let the drums beat until blood spill in the street
Let the drums beat until justice is complete
The drums are beating and everybody is moving
The drums are beating and the people are shouting
The drums are beating and the people are marching
See them coming down the street,
Robust angry men marching like an army
Taxis, private cars, mini vans
Tractors, buses and trucks of all sort
Hear the sound and answer to the call
Big and little old and young joined together
To put an end to the age old saga
Sticks and guns, rockets and pans
Everybody join hand in hand to get rid of the old man
Let the drums beat and stir the lazy town
Wake up the children and the youth
and send them from town to town
Let the drums beat until people flock every street
East and west, north and south, mountains and roof
Let the drums beat and tell the whole world the truth
Let the drums beat until it soaks up the rhythm in my flesh
And caress my body until it and sucks up the last breath
Let the drums beat on the overpass bridge
On bus tops and trucks, village and town let the drums beat
Let the drums beat and shake the concrete beneath my feet
Let the drums beat from dusk till morning until it sends them soaring
Let the drums beat in office buildings, school yards and churches
let the drums beat and rip up the grass from the back lawn
I can still feel the anger ranging inside me
As I watched him standing behind the podium
Sipping from his bottle and swallow the final truth
He has sold his soul for a flask of rum to stop what is already done
I see blood dripping from his tense face
And everything seems to be out of place
Everything has been held backwards
To appease the man-made God of the universe
The story is not built around man
But designed to protect the one
The first line that he reads sound like romance
The second line seems to be a distraction
And the third line seems to be a total submission
I just cannot imagine what I have just heard
The crowing roosters and the helpless hens
Running around the pig pen
Birds flying from tree to tree mapping out their destiny
Wingless seagulls parading the ships
Getting ready to take the last dip
And the horny ones lined up at the sides trying to reconcile
It’s not the excuse that inflate the matter
But it is the lie that is repeated over and over
Repeated lies though horrible they sound
When repeated over and over
can suddenly become dirty truth
And there is nothing left to recuse
The furnace is burning and my heart is bleeding
You have sold your soul for another man’s guilt
And you are going to plunge right into the pit
Here I am sitting in the sweltering heat
with anxiety running up and down my feet
The story is getting stronger
and I cannot stand this masquerade any longer
The moment is drawing near when there is nothing left to compare
Hands in your pockets and bodies wrapped under the sheet
Everyone will be put to the test so hold your stinking breath
I have two sets of document one in the safe
and the other in the public. One is real but the other is counterfeit
The rooster is crowing and the gardener is mowing the grass
The hotel worker is right sorcery is active at midnight
But the Angels are watching over me
And no harm can come against me
Let the drums beat and send the message further,
let the drums beat and march up to the square
Let the drums beat time is drawing near.
Let the drums beat and reinforce the concrete
Let the drums beat until the job is complete.
Let the drums beat.
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2019
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