Like a drum at night
beating hard mimicking thunder
with rhythm and less might
but the echo chops the distance
reaching each huts entrance
till the deaf ears of sleep drunk beings
awake startled by all means
and the drums keep on and on
till the town criers voice fades on
like a gunshot dying in the distance
which first brought fear but now is given total ignorance


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