by Alpha Bedoh Kamara

Created on: June 24, 2008

Too late the girl to dance
The drummers in silence crouched
Sad, the drums too cold
Of failing to sound the night
And the moon in her bliss
Glowed with concern at the village

Too sad the faces so many
Turn to each other in worry
For such a day to pass
With drums too cold to talk
And drummers dreaming of her
Who should dance, but ceased to dance

The crickets chirped in the hide
Afraid to anger the drums
With too much curiosity and concern
But gibbered among themselves
Of the sad faces, so many
Waiting for the girl to dance

From afar, her fame danced the rhythms
Beaten by the waiting souls
That longs for her steps
To quench the famine
To give strength to the drummers
Who awaits her dance, but ceased to dance

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