The Drumer's LAst Beat

The Drummer's Last Beat

Morning rose to the dismal sunset
The villagers were awaken by the drummer,
Who ceremoniously drummed his drum
Announcing the death of the motherless elephant

Woe is the motherless elephant whose
Last days in this lifetime was spent
Roaming through the bosoms of the African forest
Its heart, heavenly aching with solitude and desolation

Robbed by death,
Denied by Mother Africa,
Spurned by nature

Sorrow is the motherless elephant
Lying in a puddle of mud,
Where his mother breathed her last breath
Sorrow is the baby elephant who now lies
In his mother's bosom

Sorrow is the motherless elephant
Who now rests in immortal peace
As mother and child

The evening drew
And the sun despondently returned,
As the villagers returned home
And the drummer in sweat drummed his
Last beat to the Motherless elephant