I can’t play an instrument,
Yet, I can bang a warning on a drum!
I can’t sing a pleasant tune,
Yet, I have harmony in poetic form.
I will keep banging a warning, till you hear my song!
Having little money, but rich with friends hearing my cry!
A concert of drums for those in the know and not afraid to die,
Eerie sounds of night drums, at many tribes chants.
A Calvary charge rings out at an arrogant general’s behest.
The arrogant general heeded not the warning,
Of many tribes assembling drum fests.
The general and his men died in a circle,
With many arrows in their chest,
The arrogant general died disgraced,
Left to bleed out,
As his scalp was cut from his head…
I can’t sing a pleasant tune, Yet, I have harmony in poetic form...... yes poems are my life.. i put everything in imaginery way..... very good write...10 read mine ' I am zero
History unleashes the poetic failure of a dumb General.Excellent writes Howard!
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I would like to translate this poem
I love it..excellent images, , , a meaningful one..I can’t play an instrument, Yet, I can bang a warning on a drum! I can’t sing a pleasant tune, Yet, I have harmony in poetic form. I will keep banging a warning, till you hear my song! Having little money, but rich with friends hearing my cry! A concert of drums for those in the know and not afraid to die,