POEM WEEKENDS: COLD DRUMS

1). From Evenfall Till Dawn 
They Spell Doom Like It's A Song 
You Could Be There For Decades Beating Their Drums, 
All You Will Get Is Burns.......

They Are The Time Wasters, 
The Destiny Drainers And Solitude Singers 
They Don't Change Their Dressings 
 But They Change The Tune. 

2) Seconds Turn Into Minutes 
Minutes Into Days 
Days To Weeks 
Downhill Months Clock Into Decades 
It's Like A Drug, Things Get Worse 
Till It's Burnt Beyond Recognition 
Blood Be Dripping, Souls Get Caged. 
From Generations Down To Generations 
And Do You Get A Break? 
No Except The Master Intervenes!. 

3). Silence Is Their Code 
     They'd Rock The Bottom To The Core 
     And You Ould Fill Their Drums,
     With Your Ruddy Dose 
     Till You Are Skin To Bone 
     Trust Me People Will Watch This Happen 
     But Will Be Too Scared To Say A Word 
     For The Brave Who Gets in Their Way 
     Will Be Burnt To Chars 
     It's An Eye For The Whole Body 
     That's Their Punishment 

4). It Does Not Happen By Accident 
     A Greedy Ancestor, Gets To Sell His Dynasty 
    The Souls Of Men In His Lineage 
    To Those Merchants Of Vile, 
     Who Live In Rocks.

 5). Trust Me They Warn Before The Deal Is Sealed 
     'Who Cares?' The Man Would Say. 
     Five, Six, Seven, Ten Decades Down The Drain. 
     His Secrets Ould Drip Like Steady Trickle Of Rain. 
     Is There Anything That Can Be Hidden From God. 
     I doubt That To Be True!.  

POET: Babatunde Jacob Modupe
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