Pound the drum
Of war to come
The Rhythm on steel
Red from the forge
Forms the sword
To carry to war
The sledge makes beat
On thinning edge
As it pounds
pounds
pounds
pounds
It sounds the drum
Of war to come
Soon it will be echoed
By marching men
Sounds of war
In the street
The sword will lead
Before the beat
Followed by the sound
Of drums
Pounding
Pounding
To war
Today, I beat my plowshare
And I listen to the drum
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
another great poem.. really good rhythm!