My Drum Beats

My drum beats...

But my rhythm is crazy

So many questions and just a few answers, maybe

Some of them are even incompetent, they seem it

The melody is consistent but it falters occasionally

I kept the beauty at the top of my shelf, forgot it there really

Then the rat came knocking and put it at the second level

Yet my tempo remained the same, even I began to marvel

Again there was a knock and this time it was a sheep

It didn’t fool me; I saw the zipper on its belly, I won’t sleep

 I knew it was a wolf

It came right in and brought the beauty down

But I let the music keep playing; it would still be perfect no matter what

So when you want to be my soldier and you don’t have gut

What happens now that treasure has been laid bare?

Left in the wild in the access of a lions flare

The concept of the beauty was misunderstood

And now I question the grounds on which the music that was made stood

The very same I used to worship

Gave room for it to be tarnished by selfishness and gossip

The very great defence system now claims the role of the prey

And I was told to stop playing my beat to Marvin Gaye

Feel the madness it breeds and share the agony that wraps the pain

Your drums beats

But the rhythm is shady

The red might be crimson yet it’s maroon or maybe even scarlet

My melody sought eyes to see the best in you

My treasure fought to always forgive the worst things you do

My peace could kill to forget the bad

And I left the sound there to vibrate and be picked up by that lad

The painter would colour me purple

And just when I want to stop strumming

My drum beats that I stop running