" The African Drum" Sounds beckon, As winds pave way Birds stay silent to listen Natives await to awake dust with a dance Foreigners stare curiously at its beauty Its sound, embraced by pouncing hearts, An intercourseof beats Crown to custodians of the motherland, Shoulder that welcome sons ans daughters Companion to souls souls visiting ancestors Bed to souls seeking their origin, Where our pride resides Pampers fruits of the land, weaves our joy and consoles sorrow The flying arm to messages afar Listen to the heartbeat of the Fontomfrom As the Etumpan praises Otwadianpon This the voice of the African drum
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