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- CAZ
- Jul 21, 2017
- 1 min read
Drums of war, tell me where to throw.
Drums of war, tell me where to go.
Celebration drums, teach me how to dance.
Celebration drums, teach me how to chant.
I am here. The drums are pounding.
I have been told. I have been taught.
I am here. The drums are pounding.
I do not listen. I do not learn.
I am here. The drums are pounding.
Yet, I do nothing.
Quiet rebellion. Silent protest.
I stand alone.
I do not move.
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