Worried Crown
The crown looks worried,
The subjects are questioning,
The village is deserted
But the kinsmen keep on playing
The same old drums,
The same drum that led our ancestors to their doom
The same drums that led to wars and calamities,
The same drums that marked an end to peace
The same drums that scared women and children out of their homes,
The same drums which declared us slaves in our homeland
The same drums…………….
……..BY Gama Leo…….
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