The Talking Drum
The Talking Drum
The beats came calling
wearing a sly smile
he cooked up the rhythms
with the cunning strikes
becoming melodious sounds
to all joyous souls
The sticks continue their madden dance
skipping across the raw hide
Satiating the air
With echoing rhythms
refreshing deaden souls
Inundated with life’s burdens
The rhythms kept on booming
streaming out melodies
such that would Prise the heavens
the rhythms of ancient past
wiping out bile filled taste
raining us with melodious remedies
Copyright © Ollakunle Campbell | Year Posted 2019
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