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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



To harvest..

In the thick rain


Giving thanks



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


The Earth gives birth

Once again.

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