The Drum Poem by Zak Pearce

The Drum

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Thum-dum rolls the drum
Beating the beat of marching men
Thum dum rolls the drum
How many men will march again
Thum dum rolls the drum
Bashing the beat of the army
Thum dum crashing of feet
Smashing the ground beneath them
They march down the road
Never will be slowed
Thum dum rolls the drum
And the dead will lie down before them.
Thum dum rolls the drum
As the men come marching home
Thum dum rolls the drum
Half the men with broken bone
Thum dum rolls the drum
The other half cannot be seen
For the thum dum of the drum
Drummed them to their graves
Thum dum rolls the drum
The soldier is a slave
The drum that used to beat
The beat of marching feet
Now passes the coffins along the street
And the thum dum of the drum
Replaces the drum inside their heart
For the boys that went
The men that were sent
To gun down the men before them
Got gunned down themselves
Easily felled on the field
Not that the drum they heard could hear them.

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