Killer Drums


In the distant land of sun,
There were valleys, hope-filled rays

There were streams of liquid love,
Ancient stories, all on Life

Children sang in every corner,
Sharing mysteries of joy

Full of promise of a lifetime which-
Would keep as they’d grow old

They were told that: ‘smiles, the sun & skies-
Would be theirs to cherish and to hold.’

They believed in rays, in glowing days;
In the innocence of bays

But in that distant land of sun,
And through the bay, there came a day:

Distant drums came through the bay,
So cacophonous and vile!

They broke silence & came hither
They broke promises & more

The children & their rays-
Were non-existent in one go

Their joy, their smile, their hope
Did turn to ashes which then bled!

The streams of liquid love-
Were still brimming, now with blood

The skies were still aglow,
Not by daylight, but by fire

The nights were filled with silence,
Not by calm, but through stillness

The mysteries of joy-
Were replaced by codes of terror

The ancient stories, all on Life
Were given up for tales of fright

This distant land of sun-
Was called a no-land, barren soil

The setting changed, the colors faded
Guns eroded all that was

That’s the story of a sun land which-
Drowned in war, right at the surface;

For no good reason to be told!

Spring 2013

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