AFRICAN DRUMS by Lyn Wakeling
The jungle calm is broken
Drum beats fill the night
River drums are talking
By camp fires dancing light
Bodies are gyrating
To drums hypnotic beat
The air reverberating
To dancers stamping feet
Fresh palm wine is flowing
Gourds of native beer
The drums are beating faster yet
Fertility feast is here
A time for celebrating
Young maidens dance in line
Warriors in their regal plumes
Eager for a sign
The frantic beat grows stronger
Girls dance with bouncing hips
Displaying all their beauty
As songs escape their lips
The warriors in the darkness
Stamp their feet with pride
Waiting for the moment
To claim a virgin bride
The rhythm quickly changes
The warriors are in full flight
Chasing their elusive brides
To be swallowed by the night
This all happened long ago
Or maybe yesterday
The drums are never silent
They beat the night away
This all happened long ago
In Africa they say
Or maybe any Disco bar
Where you dance the night away
Africa is in the blood
Its drums beat everywhere
Beat out their urgent message
Vibrations through the air