THE DRUMBEAT OF MY HEART
Amidst the denial and the daily fighting
We’re waiting for the miracle to come/And as of this writing/everybody knows
We need a new drum
While the usual online baiting festers
We wait with a billion bated breaths/For the death of something
We used to call home
We want a bigger drum
We are suffering the aftermath/surveying the scene
The battle is not over/we are still writing/the final meme
That is the dark part
Yet
the flowers are a riot of colour
fragrant and in flagrant disregard of humans
they attract the bees/we call it symbiosis or a kind of love
That is the bright part
We deserve a finer drum
I am just a small poem
Hoping to connect/
mend
What is broken/I don’t want to dissect
I want to sing of open hearts/And the part of us
That feeds the immortal flowering/of creative discontent
We are fashioning a righteous drum
It has a message for our masters
The Renaissance has come/the seeds planted ages ago
Listen to the people; they do know
That is the best part/a miracle of hopeful hearts
set off by a brilliant spark/ of realization/Everything is possible/again/
We are drumming into existence/a brave new world amidst all the pain
and resistance/That is the brave part
There is a loud drumming in my heart
I’m telling you/the Revolution has come
The seeds planted/ages ago
Listen, listen to the people of this land
They Do Know