(WAIT... I HEAR DRUMBEATS)
THE MUSIC... IT'S APPROPRIATE...
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The drumbeat started with the beating heart installed in a man in the chambers of Allah...
The drumbeat swept the land when man was placed upon it.
Thumping from a cave and around a fire as the eyes of predators glowed from the reaching darkness.
The beat... The beat went on.
The drum became the dance and the shadows took on lives of their own as the people gyrated to the drums rhythms.
The beat was strong.
It became the sound heard over the plains as whole village's took note.
Translated the bass into language and made preparations.
Lead armies to battle... The drum the rallying cry as nations took stands.
The beat toppling cities and crushing regimes.
The beat... The beat.
Babies are born, grow old and die and still the beat goes on.
One monkey don't stop no show and all that.
All life but one beat on the skin of the proverbial drum, stretched tight and providing percussion.
A fraction of a second as he is spanked on ass cries and his last sigh.
The drums beating at his funeral escorting him into the flow.
He exists no more as flesh and blood but as images and words.
His heart, his drum beats no more except as a metaphor.
Words mixed into the beats, rhythms and melodies as humanity mixes song to the symphony.
The beat... The beat, it does go on.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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