The Day the Drum Died
The Day the Drum Died/Dedicated to The Watts Drum Circle
It's festival time!...Congeros!...Timbaleros!...Same place same time
The Villager Caller is on the scene looking and waiting to do his thing
Start with a calypso rhythm...tap... tap...tap..tap...tap...tap...
One arrives with nothing but his pride
Another one comes with no drum...Then another but his ego won't let him
inside
The sacred drum circle in Watts once thrived...Every drum every color and
size...
Tumbas...Quintos...Djembes and Talking Drums too!!
What caused all this creative energy to subside?
Why slap these drums anyway?
This is a legacy of our African Ancestors
A commemoration of 1965 when Molotov cocktails flew by
Not Mongo! Not Berretto!...Get real and get down...
Otherwise, the generation to come will remember us and sing a sad song
called...The Day the Drum Died
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Copyright © Allen Hackett | Year Posted 2013
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