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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=528176" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Drummer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1<br>The drummer beats slowly, the drummer beats loud<br> As he beats of Humanity wrapped in a shroud.<br> Well he beats of the bone bags Dame Famine's designed<br> As she ravished and plagued us since dawn of mankind; <br> And he beats of Lord Boss letting oranges decay<br> While a child suffers scurvy and passes away; <br> And he beats of the beasts we've so needlessly slain<br> And of critters and creatures cast off in distain; <br> And he beats of combatants who're dying deceived<br> As the merchants of murder count profits received; <br> And he beats of the rape and the killing of war<br> And the mind blinding sorrow we blithely ignore.<br>He beats and he pounds till our consciences gnaw<br> And his fingers are battered and bloody and raw<br> And his hands are all broken and bleeding and raw.<br>				2<br>The drummer beats slowly, the drummer beats loud<br> As he beats of abuse that we try to becloud.<br> Well he beats of the barons and princes and kings<br> Who have broken our backs while crushing our wings<br> And he beats of the bribes that the powerful make<br> To key politicians who fawn in their wake; <br> And he beats of the waifs bound and chained to machines<br> And of slaves in the fields and other such scenes; <br> And he beats of decrees stating all men are free<br> While ignoring the blacks and their agonised plea; <br> And he beats of the tyrants in clerical garb<br> Who have tortured with faggots and thumbscrews and barb.<br>He beats and he pounds till revealing the flaw<br> And his fingers are battered and bloody and raw<br> And his hands are all broken and bleeding and raw.<br>				3<br>The drummer beats slowly, the drummer beats loud<br> As he beats of the strength of the rebels so proud.<br> Well he beats of the spirit the rack couldn't break, <br> And the flame of the flesh that was burned at the stake; <br> And he beats of the minds that could never be chained<br> By the faith that was living while ignorance reigned; <br> And he beats of the struggles when Spartacus rose<br> Having tired of shackles and slavery's woes; <br> And he beats of the women who'll die to be freed<br> And will never give up till they finally succeed; <br> And he beats of the progress outliving the jeers<br> So belying the pessimist's fatuous sneers.<br>He beats and he pounds till we stand back in awe<br> And his fingers are battered and bloody and raw<br> And his hands are all broken and bleeding and raw.<br>				4<br>The drummer beats slowly, the drummer beats loud<br> As he beats of the sights that he's seen from a cloud.<br> Well he beats of the meadows pale yellow and green<br> And of lakes in a wood and a river serene; <br> And he beats of the passion when lovers have lain<br> With their bodies entwined midst a field of lush grain; <br> And he beats of the joy when a mother has smiled<br> While she's nursing her baby, her newly born child; <br> And he beats of the sorrow upwelling inside<br> Leaving shadows and ruins when loved ones have died; <br> And he beats of faint images haunting his dream<br> Of a time when compassion and love reign supreme.<br>He beats and he pounds till we see what he saw<br> And his fingers are battered and bloody and raw<br> And his hands are all broken and bleeding and raw.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">				***</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The drummer beats slowly, the drummer beats loud</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And he beats of Humanity wrapped in a shroud<br> And he beats of abuse that we try to becloud.<br> And he beats of the strength of the rebels so proud so proud.<br> And he beats of the sights that he's seen from a cloud.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And he beats and he pounds till our consciences gnaw<br> And he beats and he pounds till revealing the flaw<br> And he beats and he pounds till we stand back in awe<br> And he beats and he pounds till we see what he saw</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And his fingers are battered and bloody and raw<br>And his hands are all broken and bleeding and raw.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And his hands are all broken... and bleeding... and raw...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terry+O%27Leary">Terry O'Leary</a><div class=q>
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The drummer beats slowly, the drummer beats loud
 As he beats of Humanity wrapped in a shroud.
 Well he beats of the bone bags Dame Famine's designed
 As she ravished and plagued us since dawn of mankind; 
 And he beats of Lord Boss letting oran..."></div>
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