Telling the Story
The drums could be heard far away
across the savannah they travelled
spreading, telling the awful news
One village drums talking to another
as much as fifty or so miles away
dreadful news they told the listeners
Of the worst drought in living memory
people dying like flies with thirst
animals stuck in mud trying to reach
The last few drops of brackenish water
bloated carcass's everywhere you look
hopeless in people's eyes watching
The drums beat ever louder and faster
but no help can they bring to sufferers
only water can do that, can rejuvenate
Bring back life, and fresh greenery for all
now the drum tone changes becomes insistent
rain two hundred miles away will it reach?
Soon the rivers burst their banks flooding
in what seems an instance all springs back
that life saving water has rejuvenated all
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