The Conga Drums Speak

Listen to the Conga drums speak Drench my soul with the spirited beat Break the chains from around my feet And sprinkle some rum on the street. Listen to the conga drums speak Penetrating mystics’ way out in the deep Electrify the sleeping dead Exhume innocent bodies and balm them again. Listen to the conga drums speak Stand up and dance to the rhythm and beat Fling your hands way up in the air And swing your bodies without fear. Listen to the conga drums speak Telling legends and tales over the years Hearts exploding with gladness When they hear the conga drums beat. Take off your shoes and Join the circle And listen to the conga drums agonizing thump Transcend with me to the top of the mountain And unload your heavy burden. The Gods are calling me to unite the spirits And seek peace in the holy mountains. Listen to the conga drum’s cry Lamenting the souls who have gone by I can feel the tempo gushing through my vein making land fall at dawn and igniting with quiet sprits feasting on top of the mountain. Listen to the conga drums speak Spread out in the open meadows Form a big wide circle around the fields And dance out the turbulence in the pastures. Listen to the conga drums speak Observe every car on the busy street Rolling vans and busy men Camouflaging dark secrets in old grave yards and pumpkin farm. Listen to the conga drums speak Catapulting rhythm under my feet Laughter and tear romancing in the air Mankind is blind yet making life sublime Listen to the conga drums speak Dance and submit to its hypnotic beat. ©2015 Christine Phillips