Drum beats

Short poem 8

Drum beats

When I beat the drum of hate

I feel its vibrations tear fissures

in the mould of my soul.

But when I beat the drum of love

I hear its song soar up and outward

liberating the ears of beholders

liberating my own humanity.

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