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Earth
by
Rusty Broadspear
Sweet and sour,
African drums beat powerful,
Been waiting
And now is the hour.
Feel it
I do
Sense it
We all do.
Breathe it
Devour it
Its happening
You know
I know
The beat intensifies
The beast cries in death.
We take
We give
We reap
We sow
Tensions mounting
Drums beat faster
Cloying heat intense
Creatures growling
Howling
Amounting
To harvest..
In the thick rain
Kneeling
Giving thanks
Feeling
Arrrrrrrlllright!
I know
So do you
As we approach
A final corner
Sense the light
Hear the drums roll
Rain falling from leaves
Hitting the earth
As
The Earth gives birth
Once again.
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