Dear Drum

Dear Drum ,

You put the b in beat

You are the backbone of humanity,

They relentlessly slap your back

To lay down their tracks

Yet of all in the instruments

You lay in the back.

With all your customs,

Rods, knots and verticals,

They call you primitive

The diamonds you hold

Lights up their cold nights

You are the cradle

But are still spoon-fed

The third world is your class

Behind the piano and other classics

Dear Drum
 I am sorry, 

Sorry your strength remains within

Your rage, passions , protests and actions

Remain subtle

Like your reaction

When fingers tip tap you.

Sorry your wit seems impressive

Sorry they underestimate

The wave of your beat

Sorry they never listen.

Dear Drum,

Sorry they think

You are just a drum.




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