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The drummer hits the drum with power

Power to propel him into a blissful future

Future without a motion of regret

Regrets, some hold onto for dare life

Life, some forget to cruise with

With others, it’s a merry go round

Round and round, they swing

Swinging without restraint

Restraints that hit hard when jammed on

On the surface the power of love has the drummer hitting bass

Bass of love has most people dancing crazy

Crazy life, isn’t it?

Listen my child,

The old doctors saw the future

So they crossed legs

And threw stones at the floor

Counting away the time that was to arrive

When will the blue sky turn red? They asked

Amongst them, those afraid had no answers

So they cut down trees

And rolled down heads from stairs

Hoping their cries would instigate

A hunter killed a sleeping tiger

Seeking an appraisal from the king

He showed the tiger’s skin to his king

The king seeing the eyes of the beast

Became afraid for his own soul

So, he ordered the hunter back to the woods

Back in the woods

The bow-man met with the wife of the tiger

Smitten with her beauty, he fell to ground

Hoping for forgiveness

Smitten with hatred, she broke his bones

Making meal of his dripping heart

The world has forgotten its root

Thrown away the honor it never once had

Deep into the intergalactic science

So my child what are?

Rockets to bamboo leaves, cowries to dying cards?

When all we do is stir the course into prevalent rage

An inevitable end to all the bad seeds we have sown 

Dare put your ears to ground

For, you will hear that the birds no longer sing

Only cry for the fate of men of the same kinds

In the end, space is the destiny
An infinite to the wasted void
The stars fight for our freedom
Do you see them not rage?
Dripping on the falling dew
Grandiose with the music that swells
Heavy with the bucket of tears

Ride with the tides
Or stay stagnant with the waves
Free trees, paid exercises
Reminisced envelopes, prime talking
Bound to have all that was never wrong
Tired of nobody to have never had love for
Empty with the silence, henceforth

Tie the knot of hope
And pray to wear the brace of admittance

When do the birds do come
For every time I whisper
They sing
All thanking the skies for the berries
Praying after the rain had gone
They drain away yesterday water
To the caterpillar, it flows down
To the green leaves, it performs a stagnant tradition
Dancing, enticing the dew of the morning

When do the birds do come
For the time I see the sun
The heat rises from my left side
Blowing wind to me
The crisp warmth of light
Letting the plays from the talking drum ring
Flowing with fresh soup
Hot to mouth, afresh for breath

When do the birds do come
For the evening, frogs croak
Happy for the residing sun
The returning snake shakes lips
Praying for the fruits of tomorrow
Words from the creaking flies
Biting the ears for a chance to listen
Humming for the light remaining

When do the birds do come
Maybe until the coming of sun
Silently accepting the visit of night
A night blissful with dark