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Poem Of Every So Often
BROTHER-MAN'S DRUMS
By Mikia Emmanuel Nashia Foreman
Can you hear the beat of the Brother-Man's Drums
The sound that goes down
Whether uptown, downtown or around town
The sound of life that illuminates our days
And glistens in the night skies
There is no time to hesitate
While you contemplate on your demise
That you claim holds you back from receiving your prize
The essence of joy that lies inside
Choked out by doubt and wayward eyes
But focus you soul with emotion and drive
Let your feet move to the beat
That echoes down the unpaved streets
Put your body in motion
And glide on like lotion
Who said the beat should be meek and mild
Let the drummer drum hard and loud
Like the crying of a newborn child
Faster and faster no more time for delays
Don't miss this beat
Cause the drummer don't play
You wear a frown on you face with indignation
Unable to enjoy the celebration
All caught up in the ways of this planet
Can't seem to understand it
Don't try to change it
Cause you've become complacent
Burdened down by stereotypical, egotistical, despicable view place
upon your soul
Locked up, hemmed up and can't get up
Free yourself from the jail cells that keep you boxed up
So that you can't rise up
Rise up
Rise up from your grave
Your soul must be reborn
Free yourself from the habit of being
Less than what you can be
Less than what you should be
Less than what you are
Lord God Almighty and Divine
Did not create you with less of a mind
Can you hear the beat of the Brother-Man's Drums
Listen!
Hear!
Move!
August 7, 1998
Copyright © 1997 by Mikia Emmanuel Nashia Foreman, All rights reserved
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