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The Talking Drum

With a sly smile

Cooking up the rhythms 

The beats came calling

The strikes were cunning 

The madden beats 

Becoming melodious sounds

To all joyous souls


Kon kon gba

The strikes came again

Satiating the air

With echoing rhythms

Thus refreshing deaden souls

Inundated with life’s burdens

With soulful rhythms


Gba gba kon gba

The rhythms kept on coming

Prising the heavens

As the agbas’

Drums out melodies

The rhythms of ancient past

 driving out sorrowful taste

While trapping harrowing beats

Raining us melodious remedies 

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